"Clack, clack, clack."
Heng Jing's footsteps reached the manor gate.
Slightly panicked footsteps echoed from within the manor.
The group emerging were the core figures or… the strong individuals of the Wenmosi family.
"Ashdai?"
The old man who first blocked their path showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Grand Uncle."
Ashdai recognized him, bowed slightly, and then asked, "Grand Uncle, are you here to welcome me? Or… to kill me?"
Grand Uncle.
This was the old man who had fought alongside her grandfather in the past.
There were others, but they had disappeared. Old Beiber had not. Ashdai was not foolish; she had her own speculations.
Old Beiber's face showed a hint of embarrassment, which he quickly concealed. "I am also very saddened by the passing of my old brother. Young lady, the second master is waiting for you. I will take you to see him."
"Alright."
Ashdai nodded obediently.
"As for him…"
Old Beiber looked at Chen Fan. "The Wenmosi family has a rule: outsiders are not allowed into the manor. Therefore, this gentleman will have to wait outside."
As for the few useless individuals from the branches following behind, Old Beiber couldn't be bothered to look at them.
"No."
This time, Ashdai refused outright. "I don't feel safe without Mr. by my side."
"What are you talking about?"
Old Beiber seemed somewhat angered. "This is the Wenmosi manor. Even the Dark Church wouldn't dare to cause trouble here. Young lady, you are being overly cautious. Those gathered inside now are family and trusted friends."
"I am wary of family and friends." These words were spoken with no regard for politeness.
Completely blunt.
Yes, Ashdai meant exactly that. She was wary of family, and that included you… Old Beiber.
Old Beiber's expression darkened, his aged face contorting slightly.
"Then…"
Ashdai drew out her words. "Grand Uncle Old Beiber, are you going to let me and Mr. in together, or not?"
"…"
Old Beiber found himself in a dilemma.
This person from the East was indeed formidable.
"If Grand Uncle doesn't speak, it means he agrees." Ashdai smiled.
"No…"
"Grand Uncle."
Ashdai's expression immediately turned cold, a flicker of hatred in her eyes. "I am Ashdai Wenmosi. My grandfather's biological granddaughter. I… am the eldest young lady of the Wenmosi family."
"What? Now that I am returning home, I still have to listen to you, an outsider, bossing me around?"
Ashdai no longer suppressed her hatred, glaring at Old Beiber. "Who do you think you are, daring to stop me? Or perhaps…"
At this moment, Ashdai seemed to have regained the imposing presence of the eldest young lady of the Wenmosi family.
Her gaze swept across, and all those who met her eyes instinctively lowered their heads, unable to meet her stare.
"Heh heh."
Ashdai let out a cold laugh. "All of you, get out of the way."
She was truly enraged.
This manor held all the memories of her and her grandfather.
Instinctively, the people in front parted to make way.
"Yo, sister, quite the temper you've got."
A mocking voice rang out as a young man emerged.
Fanning himself with a folding fan, the handsome, blond-haired youth looked down at Ashdai. "You're just an orphan adopted by the eldest master. You have no blood relation to our Wenmosi family."
"For so many years, the eldest master was blinded by you, which is why we endured your arrogance."
"Now that the eldest master has passed on, you dare to return? Do you really think the truth of you murdering the eldest master can be hidden?"
"You…"
Ashdai was furious.
As the other party stated, she was now being portrayed as the murderer of her grandfather.
This was unbearable.
"Enough."
Chen Fan frowned, interrupting their quarrel.
"Mr."
Ashdai immediately deflated, obediently standing behind Chen Fan.
"We are here to see your grandfather and to help you reclaim the Wenmosi family. We are not here to argue, understand?" Time was precious, and Chen Fan did not want to waste it on useless bickering.
"Yes."
Ashdai respectfully lowered her head.
"Good, then let's go in. We'll find the principal player directly."
As his words fell, those blocking their path automatically dispersed.
It wasn't that they willingly made way, but rather, they were forced to.
An irresistible force pushed their bodies aside.
"Who are you?"
A voice boomed from atop the stairs. "Stop him, no… kill him! Those who trespass upon the Wenmosi manor shall be executed without mercy."
"…"
Old Beiber and the few beside him did not move.
"Ching."
A black streak suddenly shot out from the side.
It was a saber, a crescent-shaped saber, spinning rapidly as it flew.
A chilling blade light slashed out, aimed at Chen Fan's neck.
Hidden in the shadows, there was indeed a master.
"Ding."
Before others could react, the spinning saber stopped.
Two fingers effortlessly clamped onto the blade.
Tilting his head towards the direction the saber had come from, a figure in black was rapidly fleeing.
Beneath the black attire was a terrified face.
Too strong, terrifyingly strong.
Catching the saber with two fingers, and doing so with such apparent ease.
"You won't get away."
The voice seemed to resound in the black-clad man's mind.
The next moment!
"Puff."
A mouthful of blood spewed from the black-clad man's mouth, mixed with the fragments of internal organs.
Bang!
The black-clad man fell to the ground, his breath completely gone.
Dead.