Li Haotian pondered again for a moment, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold arc, murmuring, "Life or death, it all depends on your own choice."
Saying this, he took off the clown mask from his face, revealing his true appearance.
Then, with a thought, he dismissed the tank blocking the staircase door, quietly waiting.
A moment later, the sound of the doorknob turning began to echo.
Long Aotian saw that the door leading to the rooftop was locked, and immediately a look of vigilance appeared in his eyes.
Just as he was hesitating about leaving here to find another place to hide, a low shout came from beyond the door: "Who's there?"
Hearing Li Haotian's standard East Dragon language, Long Aotian immediately breathed a sigh of relief, exclaiming in surprise, "Our own, our own!"
"You're from East Dragon too? Whereabouts in East Dragon?" Li Haotian asked deliberately.
