Zuo Feng furrowed his brow deeply as he stared at the unconscious Teng Li for a long while before helplessly shaking his head and exiting the passage. Before leaving, he didn't forget to leave several packets of medicine.
In the hall, a stone gate had slowly opened, and just as Zuo Feng was about to step quickly into it, he suddenly stopped and turned his head towards the corner of the wall. There, a black and shiny ancient-style armband lay quietly. With a wry smile, he walked over to pick it up.
As he held the "Prison Lock" in his hand, it still felt slightly warm, and this time he focused on it. Just as he suspected earlier, the moment he got hold of the armband, it felt like a part of his ** and the spiritual energy within his body were momentarily restrained.