Click, click, click, the sound echoed continuously.
But the Frozen Storage remained motionless.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of knocking echoed in his ears.
He opened his eyes in confusion, thinking how bizarre this was.
His frozen chamber boasted imperial-level security, and the security personnel knew his temperament too well to disturb his frozen slumber unnecessarily.
Could it be some major incident?
Or had Jin Shi finished up ahead of schedule?
With a hint of confusion and inexplicable anticipation, Ivan opened the frozen storage, sat up straight, and then opened the door to the chamber.
A stranger stood outside.
He was a young man with clean, short hair, deep-set eyes, a tall posture, and a faint smile on his face.
Duke Ivan was slightly taken aback, as a strange thought crossed his mind. Who is this young man, and why do I feel overpowered by him in our gaze? What is this inexplicable sense of pressure?
