"Brother Zhao, I'm here to save you!"
Standing before Zhao Yan and the others was Wang Ning, looking around eighteen or nineteen, with a touch of youthful innocence.
As he spoke, Wang Ning threw a roll of rope ladder into the water.
Though Zhao Yan and the others were puzzled, they still climbed up the rope ladder.
"How did you come to save us?"
"If they find out, do you still want to see your mother?"
Zhao Yan glanced outside and then asked in a low voice.
"Brother Zhao, it's chaos outside!"
An expression of excitement and agitation appeared on Wang Ning's somewhat immature face.
"Chaos?"
Upon hearing this, Old Tie and Minor Sect exchanged glances, showing confusion.
"What's chaotic?"
Old Tie couldn't help but ask curiously in a low voice.
"Those bastards are all dead!"
"Everyone is discussing how to return home!"
"I don't want to be with them, so I came to find you."
Due to his excitement, Wang Ning's words came out a bit jumbled.
"Who died?"
