He is also a famous figure in the realm of heaven.
Who is it? Now we can finally see it.
"Sir, sir, please leave first." The waiter didn't dare to stay, and immediately left with a panicked voice, as if he was running away.
Mo Lang ignored him and bowed deeply to the door, "I'm sorry for the late night. I didn't mean to disturb you at this time. The situation forced me to show up at this time. Regardless of whether you want to see me or not,
I hope you can give me some time to talk for the sake of my sincerity."
Of course, Mo Lang also knew that it was not good to disturb people late at night.
However, due to the situation, there were people from Yin Palace guarding outside. They already knew that the three major immortal clans were coming down, so they would definitely pay closer attention to the situation of the Qiangyin clan. Later, people from Yin Palace said that a big shot came down from above.
Unexpectedly, this big shot will arrive in Jingyuan Town tomorrow.
Therefore, the best time for him is now, neither early nor late.
Taking advantage of the chaos today, the people in Silver Palace will not continue to waste their minds.
But he was mentally prepared and became a little nervous after speaking.
There was no reaction or sound from the room, and Mo Lang didn't dare to give up just like that.
Mo Lang finally slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on the door in front of him, and he suddenly wondered if the waiter had led him the wrong way. When he hesitated, he straightened up and said, "Sir, I'm offended."
No matter how aloof the people inside are, they will never remain indifferent.
But, when he walked to the bed.
He looked out the window again, his eyes a little deeper.
Sure enough, there was... no one in the room.
"..."
Putting his hand on the quilt and feeling the temperature in his palm, his expression suddenly became inexplicable.
But because Baili Rouwen didn't even give face to the three major immortal clans in the daytime, he wasn't sure whether he would end up being blown away like those people.
Mo Lang hopes Baili Wenrou can meet him.
Feel the movement in the room, it's like a big stone dropped into a pool of stagnant water, eerie silence.
As he spoke, he first raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.
The other party didn't leave for long, this was his guess.
He forced the door open.
Mo Lang was the only one in the entire corridor, and he seemed to be talking to himself.
Finally, he could no longer endure it.
"Sir? If you don't want to, can you also reply?" Mo Lang tested in a low voice.
After all, the bed is still hot.
Mo Lang's expression indeed changed a bit.
The air was awkwardly quiet.
When he knocked on the door for the last time, a sudden burst of air surged out of his palm and struck hard in the direction of the door.
This is a test...
Mo Lang's eyes were gloomy, and he looked around the room. He couldn't see anything fishy. If it weren't for the traces of someone sleeping on the quilt, Mo Lang would have suspected that it was an empty room.
Mo Lang's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "Is it possible that the person has left?"
But, who knows how much time has passed.
Maybe he left just before he came, or he left after hearing his voice.
The former is too coincidental, and the latter... this strong man either doesn't want to see people, or... does it deliberately.
After all, with her attitude towards dealing with the three major immortal clans, it is absolutely impossible for her to be timid.
Could it be possible that he left only after hearing his own voice?