A stream of True Qi emerged from beneath the blindfold like a tendril, reaching towards the back of his head to untie the knot.
The light gauze silently floated down, Pei Ye cast a glance and saw it was a piece cut from the sleeve of Nandu. Then the True Qi stretched and thinned itself, reaching towards the bindings on his back.
Unbinding with a stream of soft True Qi might not compare to the time Yue Muzhou escaped from the Mansion of Prince Yan, but it was still a masterful display—unfortunately, no one could witness this incredible manipulation.
Pei Ye slowly flexed his stiff fingers, looking upward. Indeed, it was a completely dark room with only a small window high up on the left side. But it was sealed with an iron curtain, letting in only faint streaks of light.
"Nandu has only been gone for an hour, we should wait a bit longer," Black Cat's voice echoed in his Heart Spirit.
