"Um, Lu Meisha from the Commerce Bureau went in with the key... what should we do?"
Opposite Zhang Rongfang's courtyard, a couple selling homemade tofu looked a bit lost.
If it were anyone else, they could secretly intervene. But... this was Lu Meisha...
As spiritual guardians, they were among the few who knew Zhang Rongfang's true identity.
They were there to protect the safety of the courtyard at all times.
But now, it was the master's relative who entered...
"Don't rush, report back immediately and let the master decide for himself. This is the master's family affair, it's not our place to make decisions," the woman said softly while scooping tofu.
"That's all we can do..." the man sighed.
On the other side, Lu Meisha quickly closed the courtyard door behind her and looked around.
The first thing that caught her eye was the rows of nearly broken wooden stakes.
Wooden stakes were everywhere, almost everyone who practiced martial arts had them.
