C54 Eight trigrams palm

By the time I rushed to Xia Fang's home, it was already past eleven at night. The courtyard door was already locked, which made me quite conflicted.

I braced myself and banged on the wooden door.

"Who is it?" An old voice came from the wooden door.

I replied, "Grandpa Xia, it's me, Qin Yun."

With a creak, Xia Honglei opened the wooden door and smiled: "Xiao Qin