The original owner had been like a weak and defenseless bunny stumbling into a pride of fierce cheetahs—apart from being torn to pieces and devoured, it was hard to imagine any other possibility.
Having been here for quite some time, Yan Xuan certainly knew this prison much better than Su Li did.
He stared at Su Li's retreating figure for a good while, hesitated, and then finally mustered up the words, "Not many good people on this level, you be careful."
As soon as he spoke, the weight on Yan Xuan's heart lifted slightly—it was his way of repaying the man for leading him out of confinement.
Su Li couldn't help but chuckle at the awkwardness—it was as if he had suddenly become a pampered fat great-grandchild, doted upon and held close.
This kid was truly pure-hearted, enduring such monumental upheavals and adversities without letting darkness seep into his soul.
He didn't appear gloomy from his experiences, his heart still harbored a sliver of goodness.
