"It's you? Lord Fu?"
The moment Shao Yushan recognized the figure stepping out from the shadows, the tension in his body collapsed all at once, like a bowstring finally released after being stretched to its limit, and what followed was not dignity, but relief so raw that it bordered on desperation.
He forced a smile onto his face, though it looked more like something hastily stitched together than genuine composure.
"Good thing you came," he said, exhaling heavily as if only now remembering how to breathe. "Otherwise, we would've been buried here tonight. I didn't expect that damned frog to be that terrifying."
Jiao Zhiming was no better.
The arrogance that had filled his eyes earlier had long since been burned away, replaced by lingering fear that still clung to him like a shadow he couldn't shake off.
