After a rumbling sound, the driver stopped the carriage.
Bai Yang and Zhang Xiao Cui got down with their child. After paying the fare, they watched the coachman drive away.
Zhang Xiao Cui took her son from Bai Yang's arms and held him close. Gazing at the gates of Zhang Residence, she sighed with boundless emotion.
"This is my parents' home. They're both country folk—neither capable nor worldly. If there's anything they fail to attend to properly, please bear with them. And my younger brother has always been frail and sickly. Since you know martial arts, see if you can teach him a move or two this time, so he can strengthen his body."
The moment Bai Yang stepped down from the carriage, his heart felt heavy, and his right eyelid kept twitching.
Hearing Zhang Xiao Cui's words, he gave a perfunctory grunt and stepped forward to knock on the door.
The one who opened it was a rather young man. His features were sharp, his build lean, and he looked exceptionally quick-witted.
After asking about their situation, he let them in and led the family of three into the residence.
As they walked, Bai Yang felt increasingly that something was wrong. Turning his head, he whispered to Zhang Xiao Cui,
"This isn't right. Didn't you say your family only had a lame old man as a gatekeeper? Why is it a young fellow? Could there be some plot behind this?"
It had to be said that Bai Yang had been the fuse that set off a series of events and had remained carefree until now because he truly had some skill. His instincts were exceptionally keen, and he had already sensed that something was amiss.
But Zhang Xiao Cui, being a woman of the household, did not think that