1585
Hong Buqun waited in the outer hall of the Tang residence for quite a while, frequently pacing to the entrance to peer down the corridor, but Miao Xian was nowhere to be seen.
The Tang family home was draped in white ribbons, and the flickering lights created a somber atmosphere. Hong Buqun shivered at the thought of Tang Shengqian's charred remains.
Unsure how much time had passed, finally, Miao Xian appeared, dressed warmly with his hands behind his back, approaching the hall.
"Master Miao—"
As soon as Miao Xian reached the entrance, Hong Buqun called out in a flustered manner: "Master Miao, my little servant Hong Fu, for some unknown madness, set the Yi Zhuang on fire, and Lord Tang's remains are... already gone..."
"What?!" Miao Xian's face darkened, a chill spreading over him: "Repeat what you just said!"
