As time ticked by, Ling Chen walked cautiously through the basement, his brows tightly furrowed with each careful step.
Along the way, Ling Chen noticed that many stairways leading to the surface were blocked by stones and were impossible to traverse. Even if he found Nanrong Hao and Zhu Xiaozhu, getting back to the surface would still be a troublesome task.
"Who's there?"
At that moment, Ling Chen suddenly heard a familiar voice ahead.
"Haozi?" Ling Chen's eyes lit up, and he quickly rushed forward. Before long, Ling Chen saw Nanrong Hao sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, his leg covered in blood, with some bloodstains on the ground.
"Chen!" Seeing Ling Chen arrive, Nanrong Hao asked in surprise, "Chen, what are you doing here?"
"Why do you think I'm here?" Ling Chen said irritably, "If it weren't for your great deeds, would I have to come looking for you?"
