Dead silence.

It was so quiet that one could hear every breath and every beat of a person’s heart.

The withered, corpse-like monks and taoists revealed a look of astonishment in their eyes for the very first time. Dozens of gazes landed straight on the figure at the end of the corridor wearing multicoloured garments.

Emissaries of Hell haven’t appeared in a hundred years, and yet… one actually showed up at the entrance to the Great Dipper Vault today?!

Qin Ye and A32 leaned back against the counter, and Qin Ye’s mind raced rapidly - Who the hell is this? What would it take for Arthis to throw caution to the wind and reveal her true appearances in this place? Wouldn’t she have assessed that this opponent is someone that she absolutely must expunge, even if it means risking detection by Zhou Xianlong?

“Go on.” Qin Ye tried to raise his head several times from behind the counter to take another look, and yet the only thing he accomplished was to straighten his back and loosen it repeatedly. Thus, he whispered to A32, who by now had curled up into a tight ball, “Get up and check on the situation.”

A32 stared at Qin Ye as if he had just seen a ghost, “Why don’t you do it instead?!”

“I’m scared!” “I’m scared too!”

After staring at each other for some time, Qin Ye finally resigned himself to his fate, and inched his head up from the counter. He silently revealed a pair of eyes like a spy surveying an army behind enemy lines as he murmured, “What kind of a person are you anyway… How could the gatekeeper of the First Academy...