He had just paid two Low-grade Spirit Stones for an upper room, with the unique chilly touch of the Spirit Stones lingering on his fingertips.
As he reached the corner of the second floor, a needle-like spiritual power suddenly attacked from the room on the right, precisely locking onto him.
"Hmm?"
Gu Sheng furrowed his eyebrows, and the spiritual power within his Sea of Consciousness erupted like raging waves, shattering the probing force into fragments.
"Crack..."
The sound of invisible glass shattering seemed to echo in the air.
The next moment, the door of the guest room swung open abruptly, and a man wearing a bronze mask poked his head out, his sinister gaze piercing through the eye holes of the mask straight at Gu Sheng.
The man's figure was tall and slender, his dark robe fluttering without wind, exuding the oppressive aura of the Fourth Level of the Heavenly Martial Realm.
"What is your intention, sir?"
