In a shadowy corner of the passage, Jiang Haowen's ceaseless discourse suddenly came to a halt.
He heard the sound of footsteps, the echo of shoe heels striking the ground, which is particularly distinct in this enclosed space.
Were there other visitors?
Jiang Haowen rolled his eyes and instinctively looked towards the left corridor.
Jiang Meng, Ye Shu, and Zhou Nijie, all three of them reacted belatedly, their gazes shifting along.
"Huh?" Barely two seconds later, as the passerby appeared, Jiang Meng, blinked her big pink eyes and suddenly smiled:
"Lord Han, so you didn't leave, you're also exploring the remaining floors?"
"Yes, just taking a look." Responded Ye Hanjun with a slight nod and a calm countenance.
He paid absolutely no attention to the four of them, merely made a cursory greeting, then quickly turned his head.
To the right, fifty meters away, there was a solitary prison cage.
