That was Pan Yu's voice. He wasn't mistaken.
Although it had been a long time since he'd last seen Pan Yu, her voice had left a deep impression on him. An image of her quickly formed in Yang An's mind.
In response, however, countless White Feathers extended from behind Yang An, all pointing at the door.
Even though it was Pan Yu's voice, he couldn't be certain the person inside was actually her. He had to be cautious.
Yang An didn't answer. Instead, he knocked on the door again. Soon, the sound of approaching footsteps came from inside.
The footsteps were light and slow. It seemed the person inside was also cautiously approaching the door.
With a CLICK from the lock, a crack appeared in the wooden door, which then slowly swung open.
But when the door opened, Yang An wasn't greeted by Pan Yu. Instead, a massive eye filled the entire doorway.
The eye was riddled with bloodshot veins. The black pupil alone was the size of an ox's head.
