Panhuan Courtyard.
The morning sun was just beginning to rise; it was the time when the junior disciples usually practiced. But at this moment, the faces of every disciple sitting in the courtyard were filled with horror. Just moments ago, they had watched Zhang Chunjiu drag four female cultivators inside and straight into his room.
"What on earth is happening?"
"Why is Lord Zhang covered in blood?"
Qin Xueyan tried to grab her, but Chen Wanrou had already walked to Zhang Chunjiu’s side.
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