"My lords, why are you personally here?" Qi Jin smiled as he approached, contrasting sharply with the icy expression on the other's face.
"My lord, we were just worried that this person might escape," Yuan Geng thought for a moment before explaining.
"You have both worked hard," Zheng Congyuan glanced at the middle-aged man tied to the dungeon pillar, head hanging low, his tattered robe open, revealing a crimson wound.
"We dare not," Yuan Geng immediately replied, glancing at Master Bai.
"Your Majesty, we haven't sensed any other mages within the Imperial Capital. His backer must not be here," Yuan Geng paused, then finally spoke up.
Zheng Congyuan looked at Yuan Geng. Could they sense these people's presence?
