Courting death, Housekeeper Tan cherished Huanhuan the most. Ye Zhi and the little traitor mourned for the black-clad man for a second.
With a strong kick, combined with falling onto the stone slab from mid-air, the solid stone slab left the black-clad man lying still on the ground.
Huanhuan used her Qinggong to leap from the eaves gracefully. During her studies at the Imperial College, her Qinggong was temporarily guided by Housekeeper Tan, coupled with occasional application training, progressing steadily.
The other three climbed the ladder obediently, one after the other.
A silk shoe kicked his back, and Ye Zhi pressed on, "Speak, who sent you? Or else we'll greet you with the ten brutal tortures."
Beside her, Huanhuan, with a face full of cunning, mimicked Ye Zhi and also kicked his back, "That's right, quickly say it."
Wang Mao, recovering from the fall, glared sharply, just about to teach the little creatures a lesson, but then...
"Hum, hum."
