Xue Zhaoji gaped, lifting his eyes to the outside. This place was extremely strict—inside the City Lord Mansion there were still four Grandmasters. The arrival of this young Tower Master here meant he was taking a great risk. They say it's about sharing weal and woe, but how many can truly do that?
He had almost thought he was going to die, and here was the young man, arriving with imposing majesty.
At this moment, Xue Zhaoji felt a warm stream in his chest, faintly stirred.
Li Guanyi spoke as he attempted to unlock the chains on Xue Zhaoji with a key.
But after trying one key after another, none could unlock it.
Exhaling a breath, Xue Zhaoji clenched his teeth and said directly,
"You don't need to try anymore. Yuwen Hua keeps the keys to the chains on his person. Look at my left arm, there's a wound there. When I arrived here and sensed something was wrong, I inflicted a wound on myself and hid the seal inside it."
