Lu Qing had already heard the sound and sat up. The talisman had always been sitting closer to the cell bars and now simply stood up.
If someone comes during broad daylight, just a little vigilance would suffice, but now it's late at night, who would come looking for them at this time?
The answer to this question came quickly.
Lu Zhang walked step by step to the front of the cell and stopped outside the bars.
He was wearing a gray robe wrapped with a black cloak, an unusually simple outfit, possibly to avoid attracting too much attention.
Following him was another person, with a slightly lowered head, dressed in narrow-sleeved short attire, looking nimble, like the costume of a martial arts practitioner or a guard.
However, this person didn't appear as tall and strong as the guards usually around Lu Zhang, noticeably smaller.
