"Of course, of course, I won't ask." Xiao Wuzi, who used to mix in the underworld, was good at reading people's expressions and naturally understood the meaning behind Xue San's words. Curiosity killed the cat, and anyone with some insight wouldn't ask further.
"Alright, you've been out for a while now, you'd better head back." Xue San said flatly.
"Alright, Master Xue, I'll take my leave then."
"Go on."
Xue San looked at the guards of the dungeon; every four hours they changed shifts, day and night without stopping. Inside were prison guards, outside were thousands of soldiers. Before, one might have been able to climb the rooftops to sneak in, but now there were several arrow towers. Once on the rooftops, they'd become live targets.
Through Xiao Wuzi's information, Xue San could basically confirm that He Linghan was being held here, but how could he rescue her?
