By the time Li Chunfeng burst into the An Family's ancestral hall, the dust had already settled.
There was wreckage everywhere, a collapsed courtyard wall, and two bodies that were already cold to the touch.
Li Chunfeng's hurried steps came to an abrupt halt, and he froze on the spot.
"…"
The air was thick with what could only be described as awkwardness.
'Uh… The incident is already over?! Looks like I'm… a little late, huh?'
Li Chunfeng scratched his head in bewilderment.
In the end, all he could do was begin the awkward exercise of drawing and sheathing his sword. CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
The crisp CLANGING sounds were particularly grating on the ears.
Li Chunfeng looked at Su Ling'er, who was directing everyone in the cleanup, then at the dejected back of Mu Ling as he was being led away, before his gaze finally fell on the corpses on the ground.
"Sigh…"
