Our Zhao Qian isn't a vase, is she? Of course she knew how to break this kind of spell. She picked up the paper talisman and silently recited an incantation, effortlessly separating the paper effigy from the curse talisman.
"That person is awful! He made me hit my head." Yu Xiaoxue was angry too. Rubbing her forehead, she looked thoroughly displeased.
Only then did I remember that Yu Xiaoxue was sitting in the back. I quickly checked her injury and found that it hadn't swollen. A little rubbing would be enough to heal it.
The cheerful mood we'd shared along the way changed because of this incident. Zhao Qian had just cried, and she wasn't talking much anymore. I felt that person needed to be taught a lesson.
The Zhao Family's ancestral residence occupied a huge area, practically a vacation manor. The placement of the surrounding trees probably held some deeper meaning as well. After all, this was an Arcane Sect feng shui lineage, so nothing here could be simple. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand any of it.
Then again, Zhao Family's old master was practically a landed tycoon. Turning the ancestral residence into a resort for recuperation and rest wasn't difficult for him.
The parking lot outside the manor was already gradually filling with cars. Most were expensive vehicles worth three to five hundred thousand yuan. It seemed that everyone attending this gathering was either rich or influential.
Zhao He was anxiously waiting for us at the manor entrance. It seemed Zhao Yi had told him about the attempt to trip us up.
"If Second Uncle hadn't been there, I nearly beat that bastard up just now. The damn bastard is so sinister!" Zhao He cursed the moment he opened his mouth.
"Thank goodness for Brother Tian. Otherwise, I'd have