Nan Mufeng strode forward, while Xiao Hang and others followed vigilantly, keeping alert to their surroundings and wary of the people on the ground.
Everything was going smoothly, without any danger.
Xiao Hang frowned: Could he have been overthinking?
Nan Mufeng had already removed the cloth from Shen Yu's mouth, "Third Brother!"
"It's me." Shen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, gesturing to Nan Mufeng to untie the ropes on his hands and feet.
With a swift cut, Nan Mufeng freed the ropes.
"Nan Mufeng, I finally get to see you…" Shen Yu removed his hat.
The once beautiful silver hair seemed to have lost its nourishment, turning dry and pale. His face was weathered with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his voice was hoarse, almost grating.
"Third Brother, you?" Nan Mufeng was shocked, "How did you become like this?"
