From the east side, the marble white color of the dawn sky gradually revealed itself. The first sun had broken the stillness of the morning and drove off the darkness from the entire world. A new day had arrived.
Qin Lianshan did not sleep at all last night. He waited at the door with a large group of his people.
On the street, the sound of the horse hooves came from afar.
Waves of cheering came rose up the Qin family: "Young Master, it is Young Master!"
“Young Master is back!”
Qin Wushuang rode on the first horse, and at least thirty fine horses were being led behind him. There was one person tied on each horse. These people were, of course, the offsprings of the Xu.
And they were still alive.
It was not because Qin Wushuang did not know how to kill people. He had kept these people alive as he had his own reasons.
