Lan Wu was taken aback, stepped forward, and tentatively took her hand. Her palm felt colder than usual. She glanced at Ji Lingyue with concern, intending to pull her back, but the girl remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the tightly shut door. Thud… Thud… Thud… The relentless pounding reverberated with a dull thud. Soon, the sounds…