"Junior Brother Yang An, here to see Eleventh Senior Brother. Forgive the intrusion, but is Senior Brother in?"
After waiting for a few breaths with no response, Yang An called out again.
'It can't be this much of a coincidence, can it? He's not here either?' Yang An thought.
CREAK—
Just then, the dilapidated residence's main gate slowly opened from the inside. The two Corpse Slaves standing guard also lowered their hands, clearly no longer blocking the way.
Yang An peeked inside. A gloomy wind seemed to stir within the dark Corpse Saliva Valley, but he couldn't see a thing.
But this was clearly an invitation to enter. After a moment's hesitation, Yang An slowly stepped into his Eleventh Senior Brother's residence.
CLANG!
The moment he stepped through the gate, the wooden door slammed shut behind him. Yang An grew alert and scanned the residence's courtyard.
