"That fellow left?" Shang Jianyao jumped up, his tone filled with joy.
The light returning to normal meant that he was the only one left in the room and its vicinity.
"Left?" Jiang Baimian was rather surprised. From her point of view, things wouldn't be easy to resolve due to the oddity of the room.
Shang Jianyao excitedly said, "I'll try opening the door. Call me again in five minutes."
Why does the second sentence sound so familiar… Jiang Baimian thought for a moment before recalling that this sounded like some lines from the Old World's entertainment.
Shang Jianyao focused and walked to the door. He then stretched out his right palm and turned the doorknob, but the door remained motionless.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He turned his body and slammed into it, but it was like scratching an itch for the wooden door.
"I still can't open the door…" Shang Jianyao looked around as if a ghost was hiding in the room.