"Alright."
Li Ang didn't waste words and nodded in agreement.
"Di Wu."
Jiao Cheng, supporting himself on the ground, stood up with the help of a cane.
Di Wu, who was waiting outside, immediately entered the room and, following Jiao Cheng's eye signals, used a small knife to cut the ropes binding the hands of Song Shaoyuan and You Douzhi.
"Come with me."
Jiao Cheng, ignoring Song Shaoyuan and You Douzhi who had quickly grabbed each other's hands, walked out of the room with the aid of his cane. The two Sword Carrying Monks also rose leisurely and followed.
Li Ang nodded towards Song Shaoyuan, signaling him not to worry, and then left the room himself.
The corridor of the building was winding, and the walls and floor emitted a scent that had been permeated with incense for years.
Li Ang followed behind, observing the two Sword Carrying Monks.
