The dull knocking echoed in the small room as if it were striking everyone's hearts.
It's here again… Long Yuehong's heart palpitated.
There was no end to this!
Jiang Baimian frowned and thought for a few seconds before saying to Shang Jianyao, "Loudly ask who it is."
She wanted to use this method to attract the attention of the monks on the same floor so that the Enlightened could use whatever abilities they had to resolve this very peculiar matter.
Shang Jianyao—who was beside the door—shouted without inhibitions, "Who is it?"
His voice spread out, but nobody responded. It was as if there was an endless abyss outside.
Dong!
The same knocking sounded again, and the wooden door seemed to tremble a little.
If they didn't open the door or sense it, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao could naturally imagine a person standing outside just based on this outcome.
He was only one door away from Shang Jianyao.