The handle of the horsetail whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The servant cried out "Spiritual Master" again, trembling in fear.
Backlash! He had suffered a backlash!! Shangqing Spiritual Master seemed to not have heard anything and suddenly turned to look in the direction of the Murong family.
Gu Yanfei's words from the garden yesterday rang in Murong Yong's ears. "Your grandmother is quite sick. I'm afraid she won't be able to survive the next winter snow…"
The snow was falling harder now, swirling like willow catkins.
The snowstorm roared and roared, from the south to the north of the city.
"Hiss!"
A talisman with black runes was torn from the window by a large, rough hand. The clear glass window was empty.
Murong Hao carefully held the talisman paper and turned to a rosewood armchair beside him with a smile.
"Meow, meow, meow!"
