The Wu Family's new residence.
Wu Manqing sat in the main seat, her elegant brows knitted tightly, her eyes filled with an anxiety that wouldn't dissipate.
Time trickled by, every moment an agony like being fried in hot oil.
The death of Wu Zhong, the enormous financial losses, the family's reputation, the dire straits ahead... the combined weight of it all was suffocating her.
Across from her, Gu Ruo Hua shook her head. "Manqing! Look at the time! Are you still pinning your hopes on that Chen Qing? A single man with Transmutation Force Cultivation, charging into the den of five Transmutation Force Water Bandits? How is that not a suicide mission?"
She picked up her cold tea, gulped some down, and slammed the cup back on the table.
