"Watch them. If I discover you trying to let them go, you know the consequences."
Fang Han ignored the young man, who had gone limp as a noodle, and spoke coldly to an elderly man nearby who appeared to be the butler.
"Y-Yes... Yes, Young Hero, rest assured!"
The butler hastily bowed in assent, his forehead slick with cold sweat.
Fang Han turned and, following the young man's directions, strode toward Zhou Tianxiong's study.
The study was elegantly furnished, filled with the rich scent of old books.
Fang Han's gaze fell upon a row of bookshelves against the wall, which he began to examine carefully.
Soon, he discovered a tiny, extremely well-hidden nub on the side of the bookshelf.
He tried pressing it.
With a soft CLICK, the bookshelf slowly slid to one side, revealing a heavy iron door behind it.
A huge bronze lock hung on the iron door.
Fang Han drew his Cyan Blade Sword, concentrated his Inner Qi at its tip, and made a light slash.
