Slaughter was the objective, but it wasn't the primary one.
Hong Yuan's figure moved, and he immediately collected the storage bags and the treasure room of this large courtyard.
After Hong Yuan left, the little boy hiding in the sweet wine barrel, holding a baby, let out a sigh of relief.
Pain flashed in his eyes as he said, "Grandma, Cheng, I will definitely avenge you."
But the next moment, a blood-red light flashed by.
He immediately stiffened on the spot, as did the baby in his arms.
Leaving no one behind was not just an idle threat.
A short while later.
Hong Yuan left the place, casting a glance towards the central area as he did.
There lay the true seat of power of the Luochen Ye Family.
...
The night breeze was gentle, fluttering his clothes.
Hong Yuan walked slowly into Ye Xiner's bedroom.
At that moment, Ye Xiner was deep in sleep, her willow brows knitted in distress, clearly troubled by recent events.
