Remorse

Since One Leopard One Crane were involved, no one mentioned Liu Xiaolou's offense of attacking the manor without reporting it first. In urgent circumstances, one had to act according to necessity—everyone knew what the consequences would be if anything happened to those two Masters.

Judging by the outcome, Liu Xiaolou had attacked the manor in time and had indeed rendered a service. Had he been any later, who knew what might have gone wrong.

Thus, Elder Du revised the punishment for this incident, imposing a unilateral penalty on the Gui Tang Huang clan and ordering the Huang clan to carry it out immediately.

Ye Zihan endured the pain and barely opened her eyes. Beneath the vast white glare, she vaguely saw a handsome, jade-straight man in flowing white robes, like an exiled immortal descended to the world.

"I will definitely kill him!" Huo Lingfeng snuffed out a cigarette that was still more than half left, then suddenly lowered his voice. It was so deep that it seemed to come not from his mouth, but from hell itself.

Wen Liangyu wore a faint smile and indulgently gave Lin Xiao's nose a gentle scrape.

When the elderly had no one to rely on in their old age and became pitiful recipients of social aid, when love was no longer treated seriously but became a consumer product, when children became left-behind children and lost their childhood—then the collapse of this society's ethics and morals had begun.

Afterward, on the first level of the underground palace, Jin Sheng and the others did not dare linger either. They rushed straight out of the black mist ravine and fled into the outside world in utter disarray.

Huo Ting picked it up and looked at it, then solemnly took out his wallet and placed her business card