In the pitch-black night, facing the howling mountain wind, Yang An stepped out of his cave abode. Outside, it was still deathly silent.
The commotion inside the cave abode just now seemed to have attracted no one's attention. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then quickly vanished into the darkness.
Soon, he silently slipped past the residences and cave abodes on the lower level of Wuwei Peak.
However, when he reached halfway up the mountain, he stopped, his gaze falling upon the door to a cave prison that reeked of a foul stench.
'I don't want to get involved with the people locked inside,' he thought. 'But creating a little chaos for Wuwei Peak before I leave wouldn't be a bad idea.'
'I'll just consider it a good deed. Whoever can escape, escapes. If they can't, it's none of my business.'
'The fate of those locked in this cave is already sealed anyway. This is just giving them a chance to escape.'
