"The person fainted..."
At dawn, Night Owl arrived at the old residence of the Lu family.
In the ancestral hall, Lu Changchuan had been standing for several hours, his face as dark as water, a violent and ominous aura enveloping him.
Glancing up at the memorial tablet of Fourth Master Lu, Night Owl continued, "Subordinates have been dispatched to center the search around Lucheng for the young master."
The moment the words 'young master' were said, a biting murderous air was nearly palpable.
Night Owl didn't dare lift his head, frozen in place like ice.
Years ago, that mysterious letter arrived from nowhere, its wording simple, merely stating it was a daughter of the Lu family.
No threat was detected, nor any trace of goodwill.
Yet it was that neutral attitude, along with the appraisal certificate, that made the entire Lu family believe she was Fourth Master Lu's daughter.
