The door opened a crack, and a figure quickly squeezed inside. The room reeked of alcohol.
Luo Zhao, seated before the dressing table, was disguising himself. Hearing the sound, he swiftly turned to glance over his shoulder. Seeing a man dressed as a servant, he turned back to continue working on himself in the mirror.
The man came over and asked in surprise, "Why aren't you done yet?"
"I've never done this before. My hands are clumsy," Luo Zhao said.
"I'll help you." The man swiftly took over and helped disguise him.
As he let the man work, Luo Zhao asked, "Are you sure nothing will go wrong?"
"Rest easy. Han Song are locked in a bitter struggle and have no mind to spare for this place. To them, you're no longer important—this is merely simple custody. It won't be hard to sneak you out; I've prepared everything. As long as we don't alert the cultivators in the city, you'll be safe once we're out. A man-carrying flying bird is waiting outside to take you straight to Qin Kingdom. By the time they discover it, it'll be too late."
The words, "To them, you're no longer important," brought a self-mocking look to Luo Zhao's face.
He was no longer important because he would rather die than submit to Wu Gongling. He was of no use to either Wu Gongling or Song Kingdom's three major sects anymore.
He knew that Wu Gongling had wanted to kill him back then, but Soaring Sky Pavilion had stopped it for the sake of appearances. He had been imprisoned ever since, and only after Feng Guan'er repeatedly pleaded on his behalf had he been released from his cage, though he was still kept under house arrest here.
He had thought he would sink into oblivion