The ghost was at least a cultivator, with a more acute spiritual sense than ordinary people. He couldn't detect Xiao Manxuan's breathing, and just as he was about to say something, Zhang Lingyu's voice suddenly echoed in his ear.
"No matter what you see or think, don't say anything rashly, if you don't want chaos here."
Startled, the ghost turned his head to see Zhang Lingyu already carrying Xiao Manxuan into the main gate. All was calm here, but his heart was in turmoil, sensing that something enormous had happened.
The Xiao Family was still very quiet at night; the servants were unaware of how significant the events of that night were for the family.
Time passed quickly. When sunlight flooded the room, Lin Tian slowly woke up. Initially a little dazed, as he comprehended his surroundings, memories from the previous night flashed vividly in his mind, finally freezing on the image of the Second Miss collapsing.
