"Ding Yu!" Zhang Rongfang called out loudly from a distance.
"Watcher!?" Ding Yu was still distracted by the explosion at the tavern just now.
Suddenly hearing the call, his body jolted, and he quickly turned his head toward the sound.
His expression brightened, but soon turned anxious.
"Watcher, leave quickly!! You shouldn't be here, it's a trap!!"
"I promised you before." Zhang Rongfang said calmly, "As Confucius said, a gentleman's word is his bond!"
"Watcher!!" Ding Yu's heart tightened, trying to speak again but suddenly his body went limp, and he knelt to the ground, completely powerless, face pale.
Zhang Rongfang's heart sank. He quickly landed, stepped forward, and lifted Ding Yu up, immediately employing dark vision to check his pulse and assess the situation.
Just then, he suddenly sensed something was off.
Snap.
His hand was tightly held by Ding Yu's, refusing to let go.
