In the ancient city, torrential rain extinguished the towering blaze. Beneath the downpour, Ning Chen appeared, dressed in spotless white.
"Don't cry anymore."
Ning Chen raised a hand and wiped the tears from the face of the woman before him, speaking softly.
Xia He's body trembled slightly. Looking at the unfamiliar man before her, she did not know why, but she could not muster the slightest thought of resisting him.
Not far away, the young man in the long robe came back to his senses and roared, "Seize this man for me!"
"Yes!"
The five servants accepted the order and immediately stepped forward to arrest him.
"Wicked master, vicious slaves—murder and arson, crimes so heinous they deserve execution."
Ning Chen turned around, his gaze gradually turning cold. He moved, his clean and efficient fists and kicks directly shattering the heart meridians of all six men.
Fear and unwillingness filled their eyes as the six collapsed, their faces written with shock.
At the side, Xia He's expression changed. She stared at the man beside her in disbelief and asked, "You killed them?"
"Are you afraid?" Ning Chen turned back and asked softly.
Xia He gently shook her head. "No."
A gentle smile appeared on Ning Chen's face. Looking at the small courtyard reduced to ashes ahead, he asked, "Is there anything here you still cannot bear to leave behind?"
Xia He fell silent, then stepped forward and knelt down.
"Your daughter has been unfilial."
Xia He murmured softly. Tears fell from her eyes once more; after the upheaval of a single night, a thousand kinds of pain filled her heart.
Behind her, Ning Chen stood quietly and waited in silence.
After a long while, Xia He rose and turned to look at the man in white before her. "May I ask