He remembered that Hongliu lived on the west side of the village, very close to Da Niu's home, but when he arrived on the western side, he noticed that Da Niu's house was empty, without a trace of anyone or anything.
Before he even landed, he heard the sound of an argument coming from within the picket fence.
"Who are you, daring to touch my wife!"
"I just wanted to talk to Hongliu!"
Hovering above the fenced vegetable garden, Han Ye saw a burly man fiercely protecting a young woman cradling a child in her arms. The man was cursing and glaring at Wang Da Niu.
Wang Da Niu looked desolate, as if he was somewhat melancholic.
"You can talk, but why did you have to touch!"
"I understand, my apologies."
Facing the demon cultivator, Wang Da Niu, who slaughtered men as if cutting vegetables, looked as innocent as a child before ordinary people.
"Da Niu, why did you come here again? Haven't I said we should not meet again?"
