The man roared and charged directly at Mu Ange with his sword raised. Such speed was something only a master could do, and the man's skill had exceeded Mu Ange's expectations.

At this moment, even if he had time to retreat, he couldn't avoid this fatal blow. All Mu Ange could do was minimize the damage.

call out.

"Your Highness bows your head."

Suddenly, a silver needle flew out from the secret passage.

Mu Ange subconsciously listened to An Ning's words and lowered her head.

The silver needle pierced the man's throat with perfect accuracy. He was clearly stunned for a moment, and by the time he came to his senses, Mu Ange's dagger was already at his neck, and a bloody gash appeared.

The silver needles used on Anning were not poisoned, nor did they have the force to kill directly, so they were not fatal at all.

"Tie them up."

Old Yan walked over and said.

Mu Ange nodded: "Okay."

The three men, with a prisoner in tow, nervously made their way around the last bend.

But the scene before my eyes was utterly unbelievable.

The basement was incredibly dark, lit only by four or five nearly extinguished candles, and a damp, chilly atmosphere constantly enveloped the area.

There was a dark cave on each side, and just looking at the entrance made it seem incredibly deep. In the center of the empty basement stood a dilapidated table piled high with blueprints.

Just as Anning was wondering what was drawn on the blueprint, a figure suddenly flashed past the cave entrance.

Mu Ange suddenly stepped forward and shielded An Ning behind her.

"who?"

Immediately afterwards, many figures emerged from the dark cave, some tall, some short, and even some children as young as ten.

"What happened?"

An Ning stared at them, completely stunned.

Having been imprisoned in the dungeon for years, both men and women were pale and bloodless, each one emaciated, skin and bones.

Old Yan glanced at them and counted at least twenty or thirty people.

Are so many people trapped in this dark and sunless dungeon? What did they do wrong?

The crowd tacitly made way for them, and an elderly man with a hunched back slowly walked out, leaning on a cane and coughing with each step.

His slightly cloudy eyes lit up the moment he looked at An Ning.

The old man staggered a few steps and almost knelt down in front of An Ning.

An Ning, not understanding what was going on, subconsciously stepped forward to help him.

Mu Ange was always cautious, so he took the initiative to help the old man up first.

The old man's eyes seemed glued to An Ning, never looking away for a moment.

"Lord An... I would die without regret if I could see you again in my lifetime."

The old man looked at An Ning, his thoughts drifting away, as if he saw a very familiar old friend through An Ning's face.

The mere mention of the name "Lord An" caused a stir among the crowd behind him.

"Lord An? Is it really Lord An?"

"Lord An? How could it be Lord An?"

"Uncle Ge must be seeing things because of his failing eyesight."

"Yes, Lord An has been dead for almost twenty years."

"But look how much this man resembles Lord An, could he be Lord An's son?"

An Ning was dressed in men's clothing today, so it's understandable that they mistook her for a man. But who exactly is Lord An?

Uncle Ge looked at An Ning, his scattered thoughts gradually returning. He glanced at the guard who had been tied up by Mu An Ge and thrown aside, and breathed a rare sigh of relief.

"My old eyes are failing me; I'm afraid I've mistaken you for someone else. What brings you three into this dungeon?"