Cold water splashed across Second Master Zhang's face, jolting him awake from his uneasy slumber. Startled and disoriented, he blinked rapidly, his tired eyes struggling to focus in the dimly lit room. He strained to make out the figure standing before him, and as his vision cleared, he gasped in recognition—it was Shen Tianci.
Zhang Rongpi's heart pounded in his chest as he found himself bound to a chair, his limbs restrained by unforgiving ropes. Dishevelled and exhausted, he struggled against his restraints, yearning to free himself. Then he finally noticed his surroundings. This was not the base where Feng Yuansheng had held him captive. Where the hell is he?
His mind raced, searching for answers as he looked at Shen Tianci.
"Shen Tianci? What is the meaning of this?"