Chen Pingping also felt that some things were not suitable for discussion in Zhou Cheng's presence.
He asked Shadow for the key directly and handed it to Zhou Cheng, then ordered several men to guard the Dungeon entrance and keep everyone else out.
Then he had Fan Xian push his wheelchair toward the council hall.
Key in hand, Zhou Cheng went alone through the Dungeon once more, followed the Secret Passage, and arrived outside Sean's Cell.
The cell door was tightly shut, its fine steel gleaming coldly in the firelight.
Before he could open the cell door-
Clatter-
The chains suddenly began to shake.
Xiao En's low, hoarse voice came from inside the cell:
"I truly don't understand. Since you know the Divine Temple's secret and have origins similar to Ye Qingmei's, how could someone like you possibly have questions for me?"
He paused, then let out a laugh.
"Ha ha! But whether you're genuine or simply putting on an act with Chen Pingping, if you want answers from me, Xiao En, you must get me out first!"
Xiao En's words carried clearly through the cell door.
Clearly, he had heard the earlier conversation between Zhou Cheng and Chen Pingping.
Zhou Cheng did not respond.
He simply took out the key and inserted it into the lock.
"Click."
There was a faint sound, followed by a rumble as the cell door was pushed open.
A damp, moldy stench washed over him, mingled with the smell of blood and filth.
The firelight shone inside. Though dim, it still made Xiao En involuntarily narrow his eyes and turn his head away.
Zhou Cheng saw the scene inside clearly.
Xiao En's hair hung loose and disheveled, and countless chains bound him tightly, like an enormous sticky rice dumpling.
Those chains stretched in