No, still wrong.
With Ning Fan's cultivation, there's no way he could be killed with just one slash.
Nalan Jiuhuang's cold eyes flickered, suddenly grabbing the blanket that had been slashed to pieces and throwing it to the ground, her gaze narrowing slightly.
Using the dim light, she began to scrutinize carefully.
Without looking, it was fine. But upon seeing it, cold sweat immediately poured down.
The bed was empty, apart from the messy sheets, there was no sign of Ning Fan.
Nalan Jiuhuang realized the gravity of the situation and quickly moved around the whole room, but still found no trace of Ning Fan.
"Could the intel be wrong, and Ning Fan isn't residing at the Ning Family tonight?"
Just as Nalan Jiuhuang was lost in thought, her divine soul in disarray.
A playful voice came through, laden with mockery.
"Specializing in big girls, young wives, and secondhand old ladies... Aunt, are you for sale?"
"What?"
