Upon hearing her speak, Su Ming'an's fingers paused.
"Yuanyuan?" he asked.
"Yes." Yuanyuan spoke softly, "This time, my identity is that of a high-level member of the Soul Clan with royal bloodline. Sevya is asleep right outside, now stunned by me. You need to leave quickly."
He dropped his hand, and Yuanyuan swept past him, pushing open the iron door.
Su Ming'an glanced outside.
The space outside was another room, with Sevya leaning on a sofa, deep in slumber. A door nearby was slightly ajar, leading to a clear corridor.
"Is it safe for me to go out now?" Su Ming'an noticed there seemed to be members of the Soul Clan patrolling outside.
"It's fine. I'll lead you; no one else will interfere," Yuanyuan walked ahead.
The corridor was empty. The guards, clad in silver armor, bowed their heads in respect upon seeing Yuanyuan, and none dared to block her path.
This seemed to be the royal district of the Soul Clan city.