The crowd parted like a receding tide.
The moment Madam Wu Xian saw the group, her expression grew so ugly that not even her makeup could hide it. "What do you think you're doing?"
The white-clad woman at the front stepped forward, holding her daughter's hand.
The group had brought their entire families, some forty people in all. They followed the woman to the entrance of Zhao Feng's residence, where they joined Zhao Feng's wife and her four children. The oldest among them were five or six elderly men and women in their fifties or sixties, their hair all white. The youngest were still being carried in their arms, babbling away. A few short, young children had no idea what was happening, but their elders had warned them before they left. Every one of them clenched their back teeth, stood up as straight as they could, and looked directly at the people around them, doing their best not to show the slightest trace of fear.
The white-clad woman held her daughter's hand in her left and a sword in her right.
"Madam, what an interesting question. You brought people here to accuse us, and now you're asking what we're doing here? Naturally, we've packed our belongings to spare you the trouble of searching every home and arresting people one by one. I do have a question for you, though, Madam: why have you come to arrest us?"
The air between the three women was tense and dangerous.
Anyone with half a brain could sense the imminent clash in the air. The bolder onlookers poured in from every direction, three layers deep, while the timid ones stayed where they were, craning their necks to look this way and that, their hearts already flying over to the scene. They were so anxious