A Forceful Kill
Yun Zhiyi held Shen Wuxiao's arm.
They headed inside, and Charlie no longer dared to blabber. He immediately led the way.
The others did not all go in.
Inside, everything around them carried an antique charm, the tones dark and subdued, giving off an air of understated luxury.
It truly showed taste.
Upon entering the living room, they saw two servants standing nearby.
On a bench in the living room sat a white-haired old man.
He leaned on a cane, thin and seemingly in poor spirits.
Another elderly man sat in a chair beside him.
His hair was cut short, his expression stern, but he was full of vigor and carried an imposing presence.
Though he looked foreign, he did not really seem like one.
He was like a fake foreigner.
Yun Zhiyi and Shen Wuxiao entered.
Charlie called out, "Sir."
The old man raised his head and looked over.
When he saw Yun Zhiyi, he hurriedly smiled and stood.
Supported by a servant, he walked over.
"Zhiyi, it has been so long since I last saw you. Why did no one inform me? I would have gone to receive you."
Yun Zhiyi smiled. "Mr. Stanley, I decided to come on short notice. I hope I have not disturbed you."
Stanley quickly shook his head. "No, no, no. This place is originally an Immeasurable Sect property. How could you possibly be disturbing us?"
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Shen Wuxiao.
"Mr. Stanley, this is my husband, Shen Wuxiao," Yun Zhiyi introduced.
Stanley hurriedly extended his hand with a smile. "Mr. Shen, it is an honor to meet you!"
Shen Wuxiao smiled as well and offered his hand. "The honor is mine."
"It is so late, yet you are still entertaining guests. Mr. Stanley, you have