The scene before him seemed like a dream, making Yang Qing unable to return to his senses for a long time.
It was only when the sound of Qin An sheathing his sword rang out that Yang Qing awoke as if from a dream.
"This..." Yang Qing's Adam's apple moved, his voice dry, "Was all of this done by Mr. Qin alone?"
Qin An nodded slightly.
The many household officers felt a bone-chilling cold.
Yang Qing suddenly recalled Qin An's earlier words.
Back then, Qin An said he was not good at political machinations and was unwilling to attend family banquets.
Yang Qing thought Qin An to be like his departed close friend, only dedicated to slaying demons and eliminating evil.
Now it seemed that this was indeed the case.
The difference, however, was that Qin An possessed strength that even he could not hope to reach.
With such cultivation, one indeed need not concern oneself with family invitations.
