"You…" The little white tiger nestled in Ye Qingtang's arms and looked at the desolation before it. It subconsciously tried to say something.
But before it could finish speaking, Ye Qingtang had turned and left swiftly with it in tow.
The Ye House in Lin Town was completely silent. All the furniture was in its original position in the empty hall but covered with dust.
Ye Qingtang carried the little white tiger and slowly walked through the Ye House.
She looked through her father's study, her own room, and the previously bustling martial arts arena…
"Eldest Young Lady…"
An almost inaudible voice reverberated through Ye Qingtang's mind. She subconsciously turned and vaguely seemed to see the Ye Family youths gathered together, their youthful and vigorous smiling faces before her.
But when Ye Qingtang looked closely, all she could see was emptiness.
Everyone had vanished…
The Ancient You Clan's plan had succeeded.
