Hu Xiaotian ordered everyone to stay in their rooms and not go outside without permission. Putting on a show of supernatural powers, he searched back and forth. When he reached Wan Tingchang's quarters, he deliberately made a fuss for two whole hours, leaving Wan Tingchang in utter misery.
Only then did Hu Xiaotian finally arrive at the courtyard where Le Yao lived. Ordinarily, a stranger casually entering a widow's home in the dead of night would certainly arouse suspicion. Now, however, no one would question his true motives. This fellow was cunning indeed. All his earlier groundwork had been preparation for the main event here.
Knocking on a widow's door and digging up a dead man's grave-such wicked deeds provoked the wrath of both gods and men. Hu Xiaotian disagreed. He was knocking on this widow's door to rescue her from a sea of flames. Everyone in the Wan Family, from top to bottom, was wicked enough to deserve it. What he was doing was a fine deed, carrying out justice on Heaven's behalf.
Just as Hu Xiaotian was about to enter, he saw two people emerge from the courtyard. He recognized one of them: Madam Wan. Beside her was her personal maid. After stepping outside, Madam Wan said something to the maid, then looked up and saw Hu Xiaotian and Hu Changchun approaching. She seemed flustered, her gaze darting about as she avoided looking Hu Xiaotian in the eye.
Hu Xiaotian smiled. "Madam Wan, where are you going so late at night?"
Following beside him, Wan Changchun laughed inwardly. A man like Hu Xiaotian was truly a rare sight in this world. He had seen guests turn themselves into hosts, but never one who usurped the host's place to such an extent. This was the Wan Family's home, yet