"Brother Ling, you're too strong! So fierce, can the General even handle it?"
Hou San climbed up from the wooden bridge, rubbing his arm, which was sore from Ling Yan's grip, and complaining.
"Hou San, stop messing around. Tell me, how did you end up in the Ghost Stronghold?"
No sooner had Mu Yuan asked than Ling Yan quickly stopped them:
"This isn't the time to talk. Let's cross the bridge quickly."
The perceptive Ling Yan felt abnormal vibrations coming from the bridge, and a zither melody seemed to be playing nearby.
The zither music was incredibly enchanting, captivating everyone. Hou San and Mu Yuan, their expressions blissful, had already stopped.
Ling Yan's gaze sharpened. This zither music was melodious but deadly. The surrounding iron chains, controlled by the music, began to fly up and down, pulling taut as if attacked by invisible blades, clearly about to break.
