The two men crouched at the door were still strenuously picking the lock.
The lookout lifted his head from time to time to survey the surroundings, terrified that the noise here might wake the nearby travelers. He lowered his voice in urgency, "Can you do it or not? If not, let me try!"
The man attempting to pick the lock saw the door loosen and joyfully exclaimed, "It's open, it's open! The door is open!"
With faces full of excitement and fierce anticipation, they couldn't wait to push the door open, "Damn it, I'm about to make that little wench pay—!"
However, as the door swung open, what met their eyes was not the woman who had mocked them that day.
Instead, it was a tall and upright man.
The man stood at the doorway, looking down at them. The dim light in the room made his features somewhat indistinct. Although he emitted an air of nobility, he also imparted an unprecedented sense of oppression.
