Ling waltz his way leisurely into the room, assessing the situation by mere glance and unfazed by Qiqi's fare who was taken hostage by the elven alchemist.
Upon closer look, the Stigma which was etched on the elven alchemist's neck emanates a faint purple-ish glow, Ling Zhao could tell that she was ordered or rather forced by her master, to apprehend Qiqi.
He sighed in relief when he found Gu Shanxi was still breathing albeit the latter's face had turned pale and gray-ish due to hypothermia, huddled together on the floor with his wife and the daughter who looked to be in her early twenties.
"W-who are you…" Gu Shanxi said, his voice trembled as his body temperature declined in each passing moment.
Gu Shanxi added, "Why do you do this to my family, what do you want?"
