Outside the secret chamber, Nangong Lie paced back and forth like a caged beast, agitation written all over him.

The old shopkeeper from Rejuvenation Hall wore the same grim expression. From time to time, he glanced at the door sealed by a powerful Restriction, his heart hanging in suspense.

A full six hours had already passed.

Not a single sound had come from inside, and that bone-piercing chill had also vanished at some point in a strangely eerie way.