"Yier, be quiet! Why burden our honored guests with family matters?"
Shen Fan immediately rebuked the young man, who hurriedly lowered his head and said no more.
But Ye Long and Madam Ye had already gone pale.
Steward Shen was immensely wealthy, yet he lived far from the centers of power, with no one nearby to back him up. Naturally, that made him an easy target for evildoers.
They just hadn't expected the evildoers to be so brazen as to kill Steward Shen outright.
For a moment, the two could only feel grief, with no idea what to do.
Just then, Ye Kang suddenly looked toward the entrance, a hint of Chilling Intent in his eyes.
A servant came running over, stumbling and scrambling, his face full of terror.
"Something's wrong! Something's wrong! They're back! And there are even more of them this time!"
"What!"
The Shen Family immediately fell into a panic. Shen Fan hurriedly said, "Please leave through the back gate. Trouble is coming, and the Shen Family mustn't drag you into it."
"No need. I'll see what's going on."
Ye Kang spoke at once, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Shen Fan was about to try persuading him again when a burst of arrogant laughter rang out.
"Looks like you've done a decent job. This Spirit Hall looks quite the part. Anyone who didn't know better might think some imperial relative had died! Hahaha!"
"Senior Brother's right. If the Shen Family can put on such a grand funeral, they must still have plenty of valuables hidden away. Hand them over!"
"In that case, we may as well pay our respects, too."
A group of people strode in with wicked grins. Each carried an ornate long sword and wore the same white robe, their hair tied up.