The moment Duan Siwen opened his eyes, he met Qi Haoran's eyes. Momentarily stunned, his expression changed drastically and he subconsciously looked around.
"Looking for your guards?" Qi Haoran said, "They're all dead."
Duan Siwen's face was pale, and pain flashed across his eyes. "Who are you?"
"You should be the one to tell us your identity first, right?" Qi Haoran raised his head and gestured for him to look outside. "Do you see that? The torches at the bottom of the mountain are all people looking for you. We've already carried you for a long way today."
Duan Siwen was silent. He knew what the other party meant. If he did not have enough value, these people would definitely hand him over. On the other hand, it was precisely because of his important identity that he did not dare to be truthful. Rendered powerless now, he was unwilling to bet on whether they could resist this temptation.
