Tap... tap... tap...
From the end of the corridor, the sound of leather shoes making contact with the marble floor drew nearer. His pace was extremely slow, yet Yan Bin, sitting in the corridor, wore a peculiar expression. The sensation from his hand on the ground told him that the entire corridor was carpeted.
And the ceiling of the corridor was made of stone.
Yan Bin took a sharp breath and didn't dare to look up. Clutching his own heart, he shrank back like a trembling quail. There was nothing he could do; although the Yan Family had some magic passed down, he was never interested in it and only ever listened. Now, he could only leave things to fate.
In this situation, even if you thought with your rear, you'd know how bizarre it was.
