Slowly moving to the door, Ling Chen forcefully knocked on the door panel and shouted loudly, "Is anyone there?"
Soon, a cold face appeared at the small gap in the middle of the stone door. The person stared at Ling Chen and asked coldly, "What do you want?"
"I want to drink water, can you give me some?"
The person said nothing and quickly handed a kettle through the gap.
"Thank you!" Ling Chen expressed his gratitude, taking a few gulps from the kettle. Quickly, the kettle was emptied.
After replenishing with water, Ling Chen's dry lips instantly felt much better. He returned to the bed, surveying his surroundings, secretly contemplating a strategy. It was obvious that he was locked up by the Guardians. Although he was still alive, it didn't mean they would spare him. Before that, he must find a way to escape.
