Ling Wu City, the Long Family's residence.
A month has passed since the Bai Family's massacre of the Long Family. In that battle, more than two hundred members of the Long Family fell, and the five elders were clinging to their lives by a thread.
The gates of the Long Family Mansion were tightly shut, with everyone immersed in mourning.
Three carriages stopped outside the mansion, and Long Yan and his companions descended from the carriages.
"Let's go in!"
At this moment, none of them felt the joy of homecoming. Their hearts were filled with a sour pain. Even now, the smell of blood still permeated the air.
Long Cangqiong took a deep breath and pushed open the front gate.
"Who's there?"
Just as the gate was pushed open, a shady-looking fellow sprang out from the side, holding a big knife in his hand, his gaze filled with vigilance.
"The Master of the House?"
