Hou San's distinctive voice howled, and Ling Yan recognized it even without him introducing himself.
After parting at the Yulou Bistro on Yinyang Street, he had been supposed to return to the Xiahou Mansion on the Giant Clam Continent to clarify the reason for his face-swapping. Unexpectedly, he'd been captured by the Shadowless Cult.
Ling Yan looked at Wu Shan, who immediately understood and swiftly rose from the ground. "Yes, sir, I'll release them immediately!"
Wu Shan clasped his hands together and took a horse stance. A dark purple light emanated from his body again, and he shouted, "Open!"
A resounding, orderly collapse sounded, and dust and smoke rose from the bamboo door.
"The door is open! We're free!"
The joyful voices of men and women echoed from far and near. Then, Ling Yan felt a long-limbed shadow lunge towards him.
Ling Yan raised his leg, ready to kick the shadow, but it suddenly braked.
