Da Hei and Old Liu's faces were deathly pale, their bodies covered with various wounds, clearly showing they had been severely tortured before.
Their bodies were like rags tossed into sacks, eyes tightly shut, with only faint breaths barely proving they were still alive.
Chen Rui led his men out of the palace, repeatedly looking back at the great hall where Jiang Qi was, his heart still not settled.
He walked to a secluded spot, couldn't help but stop, raised his hand to pat his chest, and spoke with a thick sense of lingering fear: "I almost died here today... Fortunately, Elder Li spoke up, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to keep my life."
Chen Rui was filled with fear as he thought about the dangerous scene earlier, and cold sweat soaked his back.
Recalling Jiang Qi's anger and Elder Li's coldness, he became increasingly aware of the severity of this mission.
This time, he could no longer be careless. If there was any more mistake, his life would really be at risk.
