In the gloomy dungeon, a prison guard's cold, harsh voice rang out nearby.
"The time of one incense stick has elapsed. All visitors must return at once."
"Hold on. Trust me. I will get you out."
Xie Jinghan took one more long look at the boy in the cell, then turned back.
The ten visitors gradually regrouped in the corridor.
Their expressions varied: some looked grief-stricken, some had grave eyes, some concealed murderous intent... all were burdened with tangled emotions.
With a heavy heart, Xie Jinghan noticed the masked woman with the delicate frame.
The exposed rims of her eyes were red and wet, and her body trembled slightly. Clearly, she had just been crying.
Each carrying their own worries, the ten walked silently toward the prison exit.
Meanwhile, on the fourth level of the Underground Prison.
Inside a secret chamber.
The strategist Bai Ji sat at ease, gently waving his folding fan. As he listened to the prison guards reporting below him, a cold smile curled his lips.
"These people truly refuse to abandon their wicked schemes. Still fighting with their backs to the wall."
"What about Miao Cunyi? Did we learn anything there?" Bai Ji asked.
"Sir, the spy watching Miao Cunyi said he could only see them talking, but couldn't hear what was said. Judging by his expression, Miao Cunyi was very agitated and seemed to reveal many important matters," the prison guard replied with a bow.
"Then it seems this visitor knows something too. Make certain we take him."
"Not one of this group can be spared. Seize them all."
Bai Ji slowly closed his folding fan, his gaze deadly.
"The time has come. Draw in the net."
"Order the three thousand garrison troops to seal off the prison's entrances and exits. Everyone is to