Throughout the Yao Family, more than half the clansmen and servants had died. Corpses were carried away one by one, while wailing filled every corner.
The Yao Family's gold and silver had long since been looted clean. The brutality of the Pure Fragrance Cult was plain to see.
Among the fallen guards, Wei Luo found Yan Dashun, the hired blade who had only half an ear left.
After escorting the Yao Family's grain ships that time, Yan Dashun and his group of hired blades had become the Yao Family's guards at Wei Luo's recommendation.
Wei Luo had thought he was helping them find stable livelihoods. He had never imagined that when they met again, they would be separated by life and death.
He had just finished searching the surrounding area and confirmed that no remnants of the Pure Fragrance Cult remained when Liu Changle came galloping over.
"Wei Luo, the Huang Family has been wiped out by Wang Xiang and Master Qin working together. All martial artists are being urgently summoned back."
Wei Luo's expression changed sharply upon hearing this.
It seemed the Huang Family really had been the mole. Still, Wang Xiang had been decisive enough.
"Everyone, I have matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."
Yao Song had already prepared wine and food, intending to use the chance to catch up with Wei Luo, but Wei Luo refused him outright.
Wei Luo's figure vanished around the end of the alley, leaving the Yao Family members with varied expressions.
Yao Cheng was now sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes filled with regret.
If he had not insisted on cutting ties with Wei Luo back then, he might not have ended up in a wheelchair today.
The Second Refinement martial artist he had hired had abandoned the