When Jiang Qihu hurried back to Qingyang City, his family courtyard was already deserted.
"Where's Xie?"
Jiang Qihu pushed open the door, seeing the empty courtyard, couldn't help but ask.
"Gone."
Jiang Que, who had been watching the excitement outside the courtyard, said with a sly smile, "Young Master, you came at the wrong time, two hours late, that Xie Mountain Master has already left with the sword."
"What about my sister?"
Jiang Qihu asked again, looking a bit anxious.
"She left too."
A deep voice echoed from inside the residence, it was Jiang Lie.
Jiang Qihu quickly strode inside, and the scene inside surprised him; the old man's condition had visibly improved, no longer looking so sickly.
"Where did my sister... go?"
Jiang Qihu hurriedly supported his father, "Wasn't she supposed to be here brewing tea and medicine for you?"
The fire in the hearth was still burning when he came.
The medicine hadn't finished brewing.
