Outside the Wu Residence, the atmosphere was heavy.
Three months had passed, but the Wu Residence remained silent. Only the array that enveloped the residence still emitted a faint cyan light, silently protecting everything within.
Outside the residence's gates, cultivators from the Taxation Bureau and the Law Enforcement Department surrounded the entire Wu Residence.
More than ten Foundation Establishment cultivators hid among the crowd, their presence both concealed and unconcealable.
This force was even stronger than the one encircling the Wu Residence three months ago.
"Sister, you just recovered from your injuries. You should rest. As soon as there is news about my husband, I will inform you immediately.
He will definitely be fine."
At the center of the cultivators' group, Zhao Shiwen put on a calm facade, comforting Yulan beside her while also comforting herself.
