"Miss, Zhou Xuan is no longer the same. His relationship with Bone Elder is quite close; capturing him won't be easy."
"Hard, you say? Then the kidnapper should make a move. Mr. Feng has been cooped up for so many years—time for him to stretch his legs."
The woman inside the coffin instructed.
Jing Deng, who was initially anxious, felt a wave of relief upon hearing Mr. Feng's name. He quickly said, "If Mr. Feng makes a move, we'll definitely be able to bring Zhou Xuan back."
"Go handle it."
"Miss, we'll make sure this task is completed successfully." Jing Deng bowed deeply toward the coffin and quietly exited the room.
After she left, the occupants of the two coffins in the room began conversing.
"I really don't trust Jing Deng. She's completely incapable."
