The twilight was like blood, swallowing the last sliver of light on the horizon.
On the main road, six figures pushed their speed to the absolute limit. They were like arrows tearing through the night, racing toward the Lin Family Manor.
These six were none other than Fang Han and his party, who had just received news of the Lin Family Manor's annihilation.
The Lin Family Manor was just over a hundred li from the town where they had been staying. Traveling at full speed, they could already faintly make out the silhouette of the deathly-still manor in less than an hour.
Even before they got close, the familiar stench washed over them—a mixture of burnt matter and thick, cloying blood. It was even stronger than at the Yunhe Manor, as the attack here had been more recent.
The manor's main gate was shattered and its walls had collapsed. The horrific scene was identical to the one at Yunhe Manor.
