When Qin Nuo's voice echoed through the corridor, several figures appeared on both sides.

Their expressions were cold, eyes fixed intently on the pouches hanging from Qin Nuo and Fu Bing's waists. Without wasting words, they said, "We only want the white candles. Take the candles and leave, that's it."

"Two white candles aren't enough for the four of you, are they?" Qin Nuo chuckled.

"That's none of your concern. We'll find our own way."