The father and son looked at the corpses scattered across the ground and the crippled man surnamed Zhang before them.
"Wen'an, who are they?"
"Disciples from the Cliff Mountain Courtyard of Qiyun Valley."
Shen Wen'an shook off the blood on the Dragon-Slaying Magical Sword and spoke.
Upon hearing this, the expressions on Shen Yuan and Shen Wenxing's faces instantly turned grim.
They couldn't fathom why disciples from Qiyun Valley would appear at their home in the middle of the night.
"They came for Liu Hong."
Shen Wen'an spoke again.
"Liu Hong?"
"The disciple from Cliff Mountain Courtyard you killed at Qiyun Valley's mountain gate?" Shen Wenxing asked.
Shen Wen'an nodded slightly.
Shen Yuan glanced at the injured man surnamed Zhang, and Shen Wen'an beside him said, "Ah Die, let me kill him."
"Not appropriate!"
Shen Yuan quickly stopped him.
