Yang Zhen held a flint and walked out, following the tunnel until he reached an exit.
Yang Zhen stood there that day, seeing the faint daylight shooting through the opening.
Yang Zhen put out the flint in his hand and crawled out from the exit.
He immediately found himself at the bottom of a dry well.
Indeed, it was Jie Lei's underground passage.
Yang Zhen leaped up, supporting himself with both hands on the walls of the well, and climbed out.
Yang Zhen jumped down beside the well, seeing the morning light faintly shine, it was indeed dawn.
He inhaled the slightly damp fresh air, feeling a sense of rebirth.
Yang Zhen's eyes reddened slightly.
He didn't expect Duan Rong to let him go.
Yang Zhen wondered if the roles were reversed, would he let Duan Rong go?
Yang Zhen touched the wound on his chest again, and many memories from the past surged in his mind.
He knew there was only one reason Duan Rong didn't kill him, and that was the bond of brotherhood.
