Le Shui's expression shook. It was just three days ago that he had been commanded by the Young Master to send a secret message to Zhang Run, to discreetly bring Maternal Aunt Yao and the two young masters to safety. He hadn't expected that something would go awry so suddenly—it was clear that it was not arranged by one of their own. Could it be that person? With Feng Yibai present, he could only offer his condolences: "Young Master, please accept my condolences!"
Le Xing wished nothing more than to kill the Lord for what had happened, but seeing the Young Master, he couldn't help but join in the urging to calm down.
With his eyes lowered, Lin Zheqi stayed silent, his body emanating an aura of sorrow and self-reproach.
