Listening to the roars from inside, his expression was a bit odd.
'So impatient?'
He opened the door and, with a thought, retrieved a Confusing Smoke pellet from his market hut, lit it, and tossed it into the room.
'No matter who it is, now that they know my secret, they can forget about ever leaving. As for fighting... why make a huge scene when there are simpler ways to solve the problem?'
After waiting two or three minutes, he heard the thud of a body hitting the floor inside. With a cold sneer, he held his breath and walked in.
Cheng Zongyang frowned as he looked at the person on the floor. Lying unconscious was a young man.
He had never seen the man before. After a moment's thought, he grabbed him and left the room. The Yin Realm was still active—the best way to secure the dungeon.
Once in another room, he began to ponder the man's identity.
