Zhang San had no weapons in his hands, so he simply condensed a Wind Blade right into the palm of his hand, ready to strike first and disable the intruder's means of attack as soon as anyone broke through the window.
Just then, a familiar voice sounded from outside the window.
"Our Stone Buddha Temple gets few visitors, so the incense isn't thriving. Near the Han Family's polo grounds, we can't just have a marketplace, so there's a small temple stocked with Buddhist scriptures. It naturally attracts many pious women, increasing the flow of visitors. Go quickly to find the master here and ask if we can obtain some scriptures through donations, even persuade the monks from Stone Buddha Temple to come to the small temple near our polo grounds."
Hearing that it was Han Baiwen's voice, Zhang San's tension eased considerably.
But in the next instant, Zhang San realized something was off.
Why on earth would Han Baiwen come here?
Creak—
