Night
No stars, no moon.
The vast manor remained deathly silent.
Only at the core, a faint halo flickered.
"Tap... tap tap..."
The sound of footsteps approached from a distance, entering the main hall.
The newcomer had a Treasure Sword hanging by the waist and Armor on, long hair cascading down like a waterfall, held by a jade hairpin at the back, emanating a strong murderous aura from head to toe.
The blood-soaked Armor was even more terrifying to behold.
"Father!"
Chen Jiuniang clasped her fist in respect and bowed to the man in the center, speaking in a deep voice:
"Your daughter has repelled the enemy."
"Good!"
Father Chen looked at his daughter, his eyes complex:
"Well done, your mother is waiting for you in the back, go see her."
"Yes."
Chen Jiuniang acknowledged.
"Brother Chen." From the left side of the long table, a bald Great Han spoke slowly:
