Xun Tianhai finished speaking and forced a bitter smile, "I'm just lucky to be alive. If I say the Abbot is here, there's hope for me."
Jiangli observed his wounds; they were all small cuts, as if made by something very thin and sharp.
As if... cut by leaves.
With this thought, Jiangli inquired, "Where's Meng Hongyao?"
Xun Tianhai was taken aback, his bitter smile froze, "I, I really don't know..."
After he was captured, he was separated from Meng Hongyao.
Being able to come out alive now is a stroke of luck for him.
As for Meng Hongyao's side...
Xun Tianhai's heart sank suddenly, "I'm afraid Hongyao won't be so lucky either..."
Jiangli looked somber, "She should be fine too. None of you are ordinary people. Facing these little tricks, you must have some means to protect yourselves."
Xun Tianhai heard this, but wasn't as optimistic.
He felt it wasn't that simple.
