C310 Qingge His Life Hanging by a Thread

In the early hours of the morning, the sky was still dark and gloomy.

Shangguan Feng waited outside the hall for several hours, glancing in through the gap in the door every now and then.

But because of the screen, he could not see anything, so he became even more curious.

"It has already been five to six hours, why is there no movement at all?" Shangguan Feng whispered