The knocking sound was rhythmic and restrained, as if the person did not want others to know, trying to conceal themselves as much as possible.
The timing was quite ingenious.
At the end of the hour of Si, close to noon, the corridor was empty, with no one around.
A chance.
A thought flashed in Xu Sixing's mind.
Although his martial arts had been abolished, his vast experience had not eroded, allowing him to make a judgment based on the discovery immediately, and then hope rose again.
He understood the current situation, knowing that if 'Qiong Qi' did not want to face punishment, and still wanted to inherit the ancestor's title, this mission could not fail. At the very least, he could not be left here alone.
In fact, it would be simpler to silence him, thus eliminating the risk of leaking secrets.
But Xu Sixing instinctively dismissed this thought.
