Unknowingly, it was already morning.

As the morning sun rose, a middle-aged man in a purple robe, accompanied by more than twenty martial artists, appeared grandly outside the gates of the Chu Residence.

The middle-aged man, thin and gaunt, had a grim expression, his brows filled with grief and murderous intent.

Half of the more than twenty martial artists were disciples of the Ling Family, and the other half were Ling Family guards, all looking indignant.