Yu Wan sat on the horse's back and waited anxiously. What did Yan Jiuchao see? First, his back stiffened, then he froze as if he had been struck by lightning. Then, he entered the house.
Yu Wan could no longer see him.
"Will your Young Master be fine?" Yu Wan asked the silver-masked guard.
The guard did not answer, nor did he even pay attention to her. He only looked in the direction of the dilapidated straw hut without moving.
Yu Wan felt that she was talking to a dead person. Her back turned cold. Like him, she also paid attention to the movements of the dilapidated straw hut.
After a while, Yan Jiuchao came out with a man in his arms. From his figure, it was Yu Wan's father—Yu Shaoqing.
A silver-masked guard walked forward and took Yu Shaoqing from Yan Jiuchao's arms. The remaining seven people put away their nets and followed behind Yan Jiuchao towards Yu Wan.
