Late at night, a slight chill in the air.
Stars flickered brightly, illuminating the heavens.
Master Lan meditated quietly, keeping watch inside the Linghe Mountain villa.
Meanwhile, Tang Xiaorou stayed on the second floor, tending to the gravely injured Ye Xuan and Hong Ling.
If Ye Xuan developed a fever, Tang Xiaorou would apply ice to his forehead.
If Hong Ling's body bled, Tang Xiaorou would quickly get gauze and hemostatic medicine to stop the bleeding.
Suddenly, Master Lan opened his eyes, a sharp light shot out, piercing and impossible to look directly at.
"Have they come?"
Master Lan's expression was extremely cold; he smiled lightly and said sharply.
Then he slowly stood up, arms folded, staring at the hidden figures outside the villa.
At this moment, several black-clad men, each wielding a long sword, appeared silently outside the villa.
To Ye Xuan, these men in black were undoubtedly a deadly threat.
