Chen Ning groaned as he regained consciousness, his head throbbing and his vision blurred. His body felt heavy and weak, but he forced himself to move, pushing through the pain that shot through his limbs. As his surroundings came into focus, he realized he was in a small, dimly lit chamber, its stone walls cold and damp.
Memories of Jiayi's betrayal flooded back to him, and anger surged through his veins. He tried to sit up, only to find his hands and feet bound with thick ropes. Struggling against his restraints, Chen Ning gritted his teeth, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. He couldn't stay here, not when the rogue sect was so close to achieving its dangerous goals.
As Chen Ning strained against the ropes, he heard footsteps approaching from outside the chamber. He quickly lay back, pretending to be unconscious, his heart pounding in his chest. The door creaked open, and he heard Jiayi's voice, low and hesitant.
"I didn't want to do this, Chen," Jiayi muttered, stepping into the room. "But you left me no choice. You always were too loyal for your own good."
Chen Ning's anger flared at Jiayi's words, but he kept still, waiting for the right moment. He needed to catch Jiayi off guard if he was going to have any chance of escaping.
Jiayi moved closer, his footsteps echoing in the small chamber. "I just need you to stay here until this is all over," he said, crouching down beside Chen Ning. "Once we've secured our position, I'll let you go. I promise."
Chen Ning felt a surge of rage at Jiayi's hypocrisy, but he kept his breathing even, waiting for the right opportunity. As Jiayi reached down to check the ropes, Chen Ning sprang into action.
With a burst of strength, Chen Ning twisted his body, slamming his shoulder into Jiayi's chest. The sudden movement caught Jiayi off balance, and he stumbled backward, crashing into the wall behind him. Before Jiayi could recover, Chen Ning kicked out with his bound legs, striking Jiayi's knee and sending him to the ground.
"Chen, stop!" Jiayi shouted, scrambling to his feet. "You don't understand—"
"I understand enough!" Chen Ning snapped, his voice filled with fury. "You betrayed me, Jiayi. You betrayed all of us!"
Chen Ning struggled to his feet, using the wall for support. His hands and feet were still bound, but he refused to give up. He had to find a way out of this.
Jiayi's eyes narrowed, and he lunged forward, trying to grab Chen Ning's arm. But Chen Ning was ready. He twisted to the side, dodging Jiayi's grasp, and brought his bound hands up, slamming them into Jiayi's side.
The force of the blow knocked the wind out of Jiayi, and he doubled over, gasping for breath. Chen Ning didn't waste any time. He spun around, using his momentum to swing his bound legs at Jiayi, knocking him off his feet.
As Jiayi hit the ground, Chen Ning spotted a jagged piece of metal lying nearby. He dove for it, using the sharp edge to saw through the ropes binding his hands. His movements were frantic, fueled by adrenaline and desperation.
Just as he freed his hands, Jiayi recovered and lunged at him again, grabbing him by the shoulder. Chen Ning twisted around, swinging the piece of metal at Jiayi, who barely managed to dodge the makeshift weapon.
"You can't escape, Chen!" Jiayi shouted, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "Even if you get out of here, they'll find you. You're not going anywhere!"
Chen Ning didn't respond. He was focused on one thing: getting out of this chamber. He kicked out with his now-freed legs, catching Jiayi in the stomach and sending him staggering back. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Chen Ning bolted for the door, his heart racing.
He burst out of the chamber and into a narrow hallway, the sound of alarms echoing in the distance. He had to move fast. He sprinted down the corridor, his bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor. He could hear footsteps behind him—Jiayi was giving chase.
Chen Ning rounded a corner and saw a staircase leading up to what he hoped was an exit. He took the stairs two at a time, his muscles burning with exertion. As he reached the top, he found himself on a narrow ledge overlooking a steep cliff. The wind howled around him, and he could see the dark forest below, far, far below.
"Chen, wait!" Jiayi shouted, emerging from the stairwell. "Please, just listen to me!"
But Chen Ning didn't have time to listen. He needed to escape. He glanced around, searching for a way down the cliff. There was a narrow path leading down the side of the mountain, but it looked treacherous and unstable.
"Chen, you'll get yourself killed!" Jiayi yelled, his voice carrying over the wind. "This isn't the way!"
Chen Ning hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew Jiayi was right—one wrong step on that path, and he could fall to his death. But he didn't have a choice. He couldn't go back, not when Jiayi and the rogue sect were still after him.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ning stepped onto the narrow path, moving slowly and carefully. The rocks beneath his feet shifted and crumbled, and he could feel his heart racing with every step.
"Chen, stop!" Jiayi shouted, stepping onto the path behind him. "Please, you don't have to do this!"
But Chen Ning didn't stop. He kept moving, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. He could hear Jiayi's footsteps behind him, growing closer with every second.
Then, without warning, the ground beneath Chen Ning gave way. He felt himself falling, his arms flailing as he tried to grab onto something, anything. But there was nothing to hold onto, and he felt himself plummeting toward the forest below.
"Chen!" Jiayi screamed, his voice filled with panic and fear.
Chen Ning's world spun as he fell, the wind roaring in his ears. For a moment, time seemed to slow, and all he could think about was the betrayal, the pain, and the fear that had brought him to this point. Then, everything went black.