The gloomy sky grew ever darker. The lightning and thunder roared louder and louder. The terrifying pressure descended with increasing force, as though the very earth would be crushed beneath it.
Under this crushing weight, Zhao Shaoqiu and his men had long since been scared witless, pissing themselves with terror. Not a single one of them dared carry on with their wretched business. They scrambled to their feet, ready to flee.
"Zhao Shaoqiu. Where do you think you're going?"
At that moment, a figure descended from the sky like a god descending upon the mortal world, landing right in the courtyard. And it was none other than Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng? It's… it's… it's you?!" The moment Zhao Shaoiu laid eyes on Chu Feng, it was as though he had come face to face with the King of Hell. He collapsed to the ground in a heap, trembling from head to toe, unable to move even a single limb.
He was not the only one. Every last member of the Zhao family had been paralyzed with fear, slumping to the ground.
They all knew Chu Feng. They knew exactly what kind of man he was.
The Bloodline Hiding Sect had been terrifying enough back in the day, yet Chu Feng had single-handedly eradicated them from existence.
He was a true demon — a merciless slaughterer who killed without batting an eye. Now that this harbinger of doom had returned, how could they possibly expect to live easy lives?
"Chu Feng." Compared to Zhao Shaoqiu and the others, Grandpa Luo and Luo Lian were overcome with joy and disbelief. It felt as though they were dreaming.
"Grandpa Luo, don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one will lay a finger on you." Chu Feng greeted Grandpa Luo with a warm smile.
The very moment his words fell, a figure as ethereal as a celestial maiden appeared beside Grandpa Luo, healing his wounds with gentle techniques. It was Tantai Xue, who had traveled alongside Chu Feng.
"You faked your death back then. Today, I'll make you wish you were dead." While Tantai Xue tended to Grandpa Luo's injuries, Chu Feng seized Zhao Shaoqiu by the collar and hoisted him into the air, his voice cold as ice.
When Chu Feng had left this place years ago, he had already thought of their safety. He had moved Grandpa Luo and the others to another city and purchased a fine estate for them there.
On his way out, he had passed through Jinhua City. And what he saw was horrifying — the streets were littered with corpses. The Bloodline Hiding Sect had slaughtered the entire city, killing countless people.
Zhao Shaoiu had been among the dead, and his death had been particularly gruesome. His corpse was displayed in the most conspicuous spot — hanging from the city gates of Jinhua City.
That sight had terrified Luo Lian, leaving her deeply shaken. But Chu Feng had seen through it at a glance: despite his grievous wounds, Zhao Shaoqiu was not dead at all. He had been faking his death.
Not just Zhao Shaoqiu — many others had been faking their deaths too. And every single one of those who played dead belonged to the Zhao family's money house.
Chu Feng had understood immediately. The Zhao family money house possessed countless assets that couldn't be transferred in time. Knowing the Bloodline Hiding Sect would surely come to raze the city, they had inflicted terrible wounds upon themselves, taken special death-faking pills, and used this ruse to survive the massacre.
Chu Feng had no deep grudge against Zhao Shaoqiu, so he had not exposed the faked death, nor had he told Luo Lian the truth. He knew that Luo Lian still harbored feelings for Zhao Shaoqiu, and since Zhao Shaoqiu was nothing but a coward, Chu Feng didn't want them to have any further entanglement. So he had said nothing.
But today, when he went to the estate he had bought for Grandpa Luo, he learned that they had already sold the property — and no one knew where they had gone.
This had thrown Chu Feng into a panic. In desperation, he had thought to himself that Jinhua City was Grandpa Luo's hometown. Perhaps the old man had felt nostalgic and returned.
After all, the Bloodline Hiding Sect had already been destroyed by Chu Feng. Even if Grandpa Luo returned to Jinhua City, his life would no longer be in danger.