Ling Tianyu was now consumed with intense rage. He didn't care what the Wei family was doing with all those women for elixir production; he only knew one thing—all that mattered was that they had messed with his brother's sister.
The grievance and hatred from before had compounded into an unresolvable vendetta, a hatred so deep that they could no longer share the same sky. What if he hadn't gone? Xia Qingyi would surely have died.
He was thankful that he had made the trip.
"Phew!"
Ling Tianyu let out a long sigh of relief and, after making sure Xia Qingyi was well-covered by the blanket, he left the bedroom and returned to Yishanzhuang. He appeared at the manor's entrance, where Guan Xing hurried to open the door.
Guan Xing wouldn't dare ask his Clan Leader what he'd been out doing so late. All he needed to do was take care of his responsibilities.
