Yan Huan did not rebut, instead, he laughed self-deprecatingly.
Even so, having been deceived once, Wang Meng did not rashly advance. He kept a distance and watched cautiously.
"In the dark chamber, there is a Yan Hanling. You gave it to Black Pockmarks, didn't you?" he asked.
Yan Huan gave no answer, and the dungeon fell into silence.
After a long while, Yan Huan sighed powerlessly and pointed to a spot near the corner on the left side of the dungeon: "The real Yan Hanling is hidden there."
"Hehe, does Prince Yan still want to deceive me?"
Wang Meng would not believe any word Yan Huan said, not even a single letter.
Yan Huan fell silent again, before speaking in an even weaker voice:
"I just wish to feel the long-lost freedom before dying."
"Even if I break free from the collar chain, my body won't last through the night."
"The Yan Hanling I gave to Black Pockmarks is fake. The real Yan Hanling is over there. If you don't believe me, you can check after I'm dead..."
