Night was gradually falling, draping the sky over Cangbei City in a thin layer of dusk.
Inside the Lin Family Residence, lights blazed bright. Though lanterns were lit and red silks hung high, there was no trace of festive joy; instead, a heavy and tense atmosphere hung in the air.
Carrying the unconscious Jiang Ling in one hand and tightly holding Lin Qingya in the other, Ye Tianxuan swept like the wind across the high walls of the Lin family, heading straight for the ancestral shrine of the Lin Family Residence.
Chapter 23