Yan Nanshan patted Qin Feiyang's shoulder, reassuring him, "Fortune favors the good-hearted. They will be fine. If there's anything I can do, do not hesitate to tell me."
He, too, felt guilty in his heart. This was because Lin Yiyi and Lo Qianxue had been taken right under his watch.
Qin Feiyang nodded.
With a wave of his hand, he left the ancient castle with Yan Nanshan.
Wei Zhongyang, standing at the door, saw the two of them coming out, and a flash of cold light swept across the depths of his eyes.
Yan Nanshan glanced at Wei Zhongyang, turned to Qin Feiyang, and said, "Take care. I'll go ahead."
"Mm."
Qin Feiyang acknowledged.
Yan Nanshan walked straight out of the prison cell.
Wei Zhongyang also followed and closed the stone door, walking towards the main gate with Yan Nanshan.
After taking a few steps, Wei Zhongyang quietly asked, "Brother Yan, what were you two talking about? You were talking for quite some time."
Yan Nanshan said, "Just some minor matters."
