Si Ren did not dare to act rashly, his eyes fixed dead on the figure standing at the stair turn.
Time ticked by second by second. Sweat streamed down his forehead, trickling into his eyes. The burning sting was agonizing, but Si Ren did not dare to blink.
He was terrified that if he so much as blinked or wiped his sweat, that figure would suddenly launch an attack.
Chapter 25