His gaze was similarly fixed on the tightly shut door.
The whole living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The atmosphere was filled with a suffocating sense of anticipation.
Fang Qingyu's consciousness was floating above their heads at that moment.
Clearly observing the subtle expressions of every person, even able to sense the flow of Qi blood or Spiritual Power within them.
Fang Qingyu tried to call out: "Jiang Wei? Old Chu?"
However, no sound was emitted.
His thoughts sank like a stone into the sea.
The people in the living room were oblivious to his presence.
As if he was merely air.
This state was strange and eerie.
Like a ghost with an absolute perspective but unable to interfere with reality.
Fang Qingyu's mind stirred, and his soul floated upward again.
Easily penetrating the sturdy roof of the villa.
Emerging into the night sky of the Gray Rock District outside.
His vision suddenly broadened.
