"Senior Xun."
A cool voice, calm tone.
The wave of familiarity that swept over him made Xun Lishuo not immediately call out to the warriors standing guard outside.
There are three reasons.
First, the other party called him "senior," which presumably means they're from the same school.
Second, the other party could have attacked him before he turned on the flashlight, but didn't, acting with apparent lack of malice. At the very least, they didn't want to hold him hostage.
Third, he's very familiar with the other party's voice, he just can't quite match it to a name at the moment.
In short, based on these three reasons, Xun Lishuo didn't react aggressively and quickly calmed down.
So, he slightly moved the flashlight beam upwards, not directly facing the other person's face, but in the scattered light, it was enough for him to see the other person's features.
To be precise, it was the outline of the face.
