"L-Lord Yingwu, what... what is this?"
The collar may have shackled her for far too long. The instant it loosened, she felt as if her skin had been torn open.
Chen Lanzhi's neck was already covered in blood.
She was breathing rapidly, almost losing her reason from this overwhelming joy.
"Calm down. Your condition is terrible." Loulan restrained the strange look in her eyes. "Wait until you've completely calmed down before we discuss what comes next."
"Yes... Oh! I... I'm sorry, I got too excited!" Chen Lanzhi took a deep breath and tried her best to steady herself.
Actually, just performing some ineffective breathing exercises would do... Chen Lanzhi had already been crippled, and her body had been eroded by years of hard labor. No one could say how much of her physical strength remained. These breathing exercises could only count as meditation.
While waiting, Loulan studied the button in her hand... and the meaning behind it.
Why had the jailer given her this thing?
The button could resolve the threat of the collar, but what use was that...? She still had all kinds of shackles on her. Unable to use her cultivation, even if she recovered her strength, with this body's maximum strength of a fourth-tier Great Grandmaster, she could not accomplish much inside this fortress.
Since they had already helped her solve the collar problem, why hadn't they gone all the way and removed the restriction on her cultivation as well...? Removed it?
A flash of inspiration struck her. She remembered the other thing she had received before the button.
A hand cannon she had never seen before... It clearly wasn't the gun-type magical weapon commonly used by the Alliance's violent agencies.
"Chen Lanzhi, come here for a moment," Loulan said thoughtfully.
"My lord, what are your orders?"