After Wang Baole spoke, the sounds of breathing suddenly stopped. However, in the next moment, a piercing sound came from outside the window, as if fingernails were scratching the window.
Wang baole frowned. As he was in the city of listening, he was not as free as he was outside. His law of appetite was sealed by himself, and it was not suitable for him to expose himself too much. Therefore, after looking at the empty window, Wang Baole turned around and ignored it, instead, he sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.
However... as time passed, the sounds of slapping from outside continued without end. At the back, there was even the sound of slapping. It was as if the persistent existence outside the window was very dissatisfied with Wang Baole’s attitude, he was trying his best to slap the window.
