Uncle's wife, Qin Shufen, was so frightened that her heart pounded wildly.
This was a solid-wood table.
Although she had already learned from her daughter that this nephew, who had once been as inconspicuous as a mute gourd, had now become a martial artist, she had only heard it secondhand. There had always been a layer between hearsay and reality. Only now did she truly feel her nephew's transformation.
He had even become somewhat unfamiliar.
Chen Shouyi noticed that the atmosphere had suddenly gone quiet and realized something was wrong. Somewhat awkwardly, he said, "Sorry, I got a little carried away."
"No... no problem!" Qin Shufen instinctively swallowed and hurriedly said, "You came all the way from Hedong and haven't had dinner yet, have you? I'll make you something to eat."
"Aunt, I'm not hungry. Don't trouble yourself." Chen Shouyi stopped her. "I came today to take you with me. The sooner this is done, the better. I think we should leave tonight."
A glimmer of hope flashed in Chen Yuwei's eyes. She asked hopefully, "Can we really leave? There are heretics everywhere here. You might even get dragged into this!"
"Sis, what do you mean, dragged into it? But you need to think this through. There'll be some danger on the road, and once a fierce battle breaks out, I might not be able to guarantee your safety." Chen Shouyi's voice turned solemn.
Qin Shufen sighed, her face dark and weary. "If I hadn't been unable to let go of Yuwei, I would have thought about killing myself these past few days. What danger could I possibly fear? I've had enough of this life!"
Chen Yuwei's expression shifted. "Mom..."
Just then, Chen Shouyi suddenly shushed her, interrupting her words. He stood up, strode to the door in a few