Xu Wuzhou walked towards the inner courtyard, casually snatching a sharp sword from the hands of a clan descendant along the way. The descendant, whose sword was taken, was filled with anger, but when his gaze fell on the three corpses of the black-robed men, he suppressed his fury and stood trembling at the side, not daring to say anything.

"I'm fine, let's go home," Qin Qingmo said, not wanting Xu Wuzhou to be put in danger because of her.

"Such beautiful arms, I can't bear to touch them, let alone let them get hurt like this."

Xu Wuzhou suppressed his anger. What did they take him for? It was one thing to ambush him on the road, but he wasn't planning to settle accounts with them just yet.