Situ Xuan gave a slight nod and reached out to take Yuanen Yehui's hand. Vasha followed quietly behind them, the faint light of the hexagram mark on her forehead withdrawing as she sealed off the entire back mountain in advance to keep outsiders from disturbing the father and daughter's coming reunion.
The three of them did not stop, heading straight toward the back mountain of Yuan'en Villa.
The back mountain was a forbidden area rarely visited by anyone, far from the family's main complex, and no clansmen came here in ordinary times. Weeds ran wild through the woods, dead branches covered the ground, and a lone wooden hut lay hidden deep in the dense forest. Its planks were rotten and aged, its walls mottled and peeling, while the air was thick with the stench of wine and mildew. Knee-high wild grass surrounded it, making it look completely abandoned.
If an ordinary Soul Master came here, they would not have been able to sense the faint life aura inside at all and would only have assumed this was an empty hut abandoned for years. Fortunately, all three of them were top powerhouses of the continent, their spiritual perception far beyond ordinary people's, and they easily locked on to the remaining life signal within.
Yuanen Yehui stopped. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she suppressed the sourness and tension surging in her heart, then raised her hand and gently pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.
An ear-piercing scrape sounded as the wooden door moved, and the scene inside was fully exposed before everyone's eyes.
Empty wine jars were scattered densely across the floor, wine stains were everywhere, and the place was filthy and chaotic beyond description. A gaunt, haggard man was curled up in the corner, his hair messy and dry,