Luo Qianqian walked out the door, completely bewildered. Which way was she supposed to go? Where was her room? Where did she need to go?
"Follow me," a deep voice spoke up.
Luo Qianqian, with a confused look, eyed the person before her. She was wearing an enormous black cloak, her appearance and even her figure indiscernible. The only clue to her companion's identity was the voice that suggested a man.
Gratefully, she hurried to keep up with him, harboring a slight puzzlement about the figure ahead, yet she did not voice it, simply following closely behind him.
The person in front evidently had no desire to talk, so why bother annoying him?
Walking quietly down the lengthy corridor, Luo Qianqian still couldn't help but marvel. Could this wide, long corridor actually accommodate a hundred-meter race?
"This way." The figure in the black robe pointed at a door and then continued forward without looking back.
Luo Qianqian hurriedly said, "Thank you."
