C1902 Slaughter Village

Before Jiang Ting and his men could run out of the village, white figures suddenly fell from the sky and blocked their way.

Familiar aura, familiar attire... It was the people of the Feng Xuan Manor.

A short while later, four palanquin bearers carrying a palanquin covered by a white veil descended from the sky. Who else could it be but Jiang Hanyi?

Taking off the veil