"The wind's picking up?"
"Is it?"
Su Ye pushed the wheelchair as Yao Jin turned to look back toward the direction they had come from in the secret prison. The barrier and mechanisms had already been opened, and all they could see there was a stretch of deep, shadowy darkness.
Yao Jin had deliberately not closed them again.
He was waiting for Gu Nanfeng to arrive... but the gust he had been expecting did not appear.
A faint breeze drifted in from the depths of the secret prison. Confusion filled Yao Jin's eyes. He did not understand why there would be wind coming from that direction.
But he understood soon enough.
It was wind stirred up by someone running. The Heavy Armor Guards rarely moved about within the secret prison, yet these footsteps sounded exceptionally frantic.
What had happened inside?
A few seconds later, a Heavy Armor Guard indeed came running over in a panic. The guard froze for a moment upon seeing Holy Son Su Ye.
This was the secret prison, not the temple.
The Heavy Armor Guard's direct superior was Yao Jin, not Su Ye.
So after thinking for a second, he shifted his gaze back to Yao Jin. He stood silently in place and anxiously sent out a strand of Divine Sense, relaying everything that had happened inside the secret prison.
"..."
Yao Jin sat silently in his wheelchair. After hearing the news, he let out a soft sigh.
At this moment, the atmosphere within the secret prison was terrifyingly still.
"Hm?"
Su Ye noticed something strange about the Heavy Armor Guard, but Yao Jin's sudden silence interested him more. The two must have communicated mentally just now.
Since they had deliberately avoided him,
there was nothing worth asking.
Whatever had happened inside, he would know once