The dripping sound echoed throughout the forest edge cave, accentuating the emptiness. The air was filled with the musty smell of decayed moss and the acrid scent of frightened ratmen urine.
In the center of the emerald moss, Qianqian knelt obediently on the smooth stone slab, presenting the iron canister wrapped in leather straps with both hands.
Just like offering a crown.
"Honorable Majesty, I am fortunate to have fulfilled my mission."
Not far from the Queen of the Land of Nightmare, a creature wrapped into a cocoon by white spider silk lay on the ground.
Shrek's sharp, monkey-like face protruded out, his beady eyes spinning wildly, shaking with the fear of death. The resilient spider silk cut into his flesh, making even the slightest movement a luxury.
Luo Yan, standing in the cave, reached out to take the iron canister.
The canister was light, less than a kilogram, yet exuded a bone-chilling coldness.
