Just as everyone was hesitating, Qin Qianluo arrived after hearing the news. Her footsteps grew louder and clearer as they approached, echoing in the empty basement.

Long Nanzhi's heart was in her throat, and she was as flustered as a frightened bird.

She wasn't sure if these people were connected to the previous ones, even though there wasn't a trace of lewdness in their eyes as they looked at her.

But the unfamiliar environment and unknown situation still made her uneasy, and her inner fear surged like a tide.

Only when Qin Qianluo appeared did Long Nanzhi's tense nerves relax slightly.

As a woman, Qin Qianluo wore a smart and capable outfit that accentuated her tall and straight figure, and her every move exuded a heroic and valiant air.

Her eyes were firm, exuding an unquestionable authority, and she radiated an aura that commanded respect.

The group of burly soldiers treated her with utmost respect and obeyed her every word, their every action revealing their deep reverence for her.

Even so, Long Nanzhi dared not relax in the slightest. Her gaze was fixed on Qin Qianluo, and her body was slightly tense.

Every muscle is poised and ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the hem of her clothes, a subconscious action when she was nervous, her nails digging deep into the fabric.

Qin Qianluo ventured deeper into the winding, decaying passage.

The moment you step into the palace, a strong stench of decay and dampness, along with a chill, hits you.

The dim, flickering torches cast eerie, shimmering shadows on the moss-covered walls, like menacing ghosts.

Her gaze was instantly drawn to Long Nanzhi, who was huddled in the corner, and a strong sense of surprise welled up in her heart.

In Long Nanzhi's icy blue eyes, fear surged like a raging tide, her pupils contracting violently with extreme terror, like two deep pools battered by a storm.

The mysterious bump on her forehead appeared and disappeared in the flickering torchlight.

The strange patterns on its surface resemble some ancient and mysterious symbols, silently telling untold secrets.

Qin Qianlu held her breath and concentrated all her senses, carefully sensing Long Nanzhi's aura.

A moment later, she was certain that she had not detected even the slightest bit of malice from Long Nanzhi.

She then turned her gaze to the ropes that tightly bound Long Nanzhi, which dug deep into her delicate skin, leaving shocking red marks.

In some places, blood had even seeped out, giving off a dark red hue in the dim light.

Upon seeing this, Qin Qianluo's delicate eyebrows furrowed instantly. She raised her hand decisively and said in a calm yet authoritative tone, "Untie the ropes."

The moment the rope was untied, Long Nanzhi trembled violently all over, like a frightened deer.

He hurriedly shrank into the corner, wishing he could blend into the darkness of the wall.

Her body was pressed tightly against the cold, damp wall, her hands instinctively protecting her vital parts, her eyes filled with fear and vigilance, like a wounded little animal.

Seeing this, Qin Qianluo did not rush forward, and the soldiers behind her also tacitly remained in place.

For a moment, the basement was so quiet that only the soft breathing of the people could be heard, as well as the faint sobs of Long Nanzhi from fear.

Qin Qianluo slowly squatted down, her movements as gentle as a breeze, as if afraid of disturbing the slightest ripple.

She considered her options carefully, and to put Long Nanzhi at ease, she deliberately asked softly in Japanese, "Miss, are you alright?"

Upon hearing this, Long Nanzhi's despair intensified, becoming as deep and endless as an abyss.

She bit her lower lip tightly, turning it deathly pale from the force, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Clearly, she didn't understand a single word. To her, the words were nothing more than a series of meaningless, strange sounds, plunging her into deeper helplessness and fear.

Qin Qianluo immediately realized the communication barrier. She slightly adjusted her posture and gave an apologetic smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Then, she switched to the gentle Tianxuan language and spoke again: "May I ask who you are, young lady? And how did you come to be trapped here?"

While speaking, Qin Qianluo maintained a gentle gaze, trying to convey goodwill through her eyes and break down Long Nanzhi's rock-solid defenses.

She carefully observed every subtle reaction of Long Nanzhi; even the most imperceptible changes in expression could not escape her eyes.

I hope to find a breakthrough and obtain useful information.

The torches in the basement crackled and sparks flew from time to time.

The light and shadow danced on the two people, making the conversation full of unknowns and mysteries, like a silent game of strategy.

Qin Qianluo's question, uttered in Tianxuan language, was like a thunderclap in the darkness, instantly waking her up.

Her previously dull eyes suddenly widened, like stars suddenly bursting into bloom in the night sky, with a wildly flashing light of surprise and hope within them.

This ray of light not only pierced through the thick fog of the basement, but also dispelled the long-standing gloom in her heart, allowing her to find a way to communicate.

In an instant, her nerves, which had been taut like a stringed instrument, began to relax, and her hands, which had been trembling with fear, gradually regained some calm.