After Xuan Kang's death, Yang An couldn't wait to start rummaging through his residence.
He wanted to get his hands on the Cultivation Technique, and anything else of value, and take it all away.
Everything here was now his spoil of war. It belonged to him and him alone, and he wouldn't let anyone else lay a finger on it.
Strangely, however, the rooms of the residence were completely empty. There was nothing there.
Just as Yang An was searching, several figures appeared outside the residence.
One was an effeminate-looking man dressed in an elegant, light-colored long robe, his waist-length hair tied back with a red ribbon.
The man chuckled softly and glanced at the person beside him.
"Greetings from Zi Luan. I didn't expect Eighth Senior Brother would also come to watch the show. But why must you always be so secretive and never show your true self?
Could it be you're afraid I might make a move on you?"
