Upon hearing this, Qin Han quickly approached the prison door and with a punch, blasted it open. He darted into the cell, scooped up Yang Zhentian, and looked at him with a frown, noting the faint thread of breath Yang still had.
Qin Han lightly tapped a few acupuncture points on Yang Zhentian's chest. Yang's eyelashes fluttered and within a few breaths, his eyes slowly opened, muttering softly, "If you have the guts, give me a quick death. Don't even dream of getting any information from me."
"Elder Yang, it's me!" Qin Han said softly, reminding the heavily injured Yang Zhentian, who, even upon waking, refused to divulge any information. Qin Han couldn't help but feel immense admiration and promptly reminded Yang that he was among allies.
"Qin boy?" Yang Zhentian asked incredulously.
"It's me, Elder Yang!" Qin Han reiterated gently.
Yang Zhentian nodded, then suddenly cried out in alarm, "Not good, you guys need to get out of here!"
