C836 The Second Sword Tablet(2)

"Nangong?" A terrified voice sounded, followed by a strange voice.

It seemed like Elder Mao was drinking water, and he spat it out.

"Right, it's Lord Nangong." Hang Yu subconsciously sensed that something was wrong.

The hall quieted down.

Nangong Fan crossed his arms over his chest and faced the iron door of the hall with a faint smile.

"Creak!"

The iron door was opened