It was as if a hurricane had swept through the room. Everyone's breathing stilled in terror. Li Wan'er, who had destroyed both Zhuo Yixian's voice transmission ring and the video recording, gave Zhuo Yixian a frosty glare. She turned and left with no expression on her face.
The tension in the room didn't go away with her departure. In fact, after she had left, everyone gradually recovered from their earlier fright, and as they recollected what they had seen, their hearts started racing again.
Wang Baole watched as dead silence descended over the group. Zhuo Yixian still seemed to be in a daze. He had a lost look in his eyes. Wang Baole coughed awkwardly. He rose to his feet and patted Zhuo Yixian on his shoulder.
