Nie Yaoguang's entire body shook. She lowered her head and hastily caught up to the principal guardian's stride.
She involuntarily clenched her fists inside her sleeves.
The two mystic horses were very fast, and they soon arrived in front of an ordinary peasant family's suburban courtyard house.
Nie Yaoguang gingerly followed the principal guardian Wen Quan into the court.
A slender figure slowly turned around. He gazed coldly at her, his face covered by a demon mask.
Nie Yaoguang's body stiffened, and she hastily knelt on the ground. "Hall Master."
"Who told you to act on your own?" A heavy palm strike landed heavily on Nie Yaoguang's face.
"Ah." Nie Yaoguang screamed as she fell toward the flowerbed inside the courtyard.
The principal guardian Wen Quan's face was extremely taut. He hung his head slightly and solemnly stood to the side with his hands behind his back. His expression was extremely respectful.
