"Hiding?"
The Iron Threshold King couldn't believe his subordinate's words, finding the suggestion absurd. After all, this wasn't a steamed bun; it was the vast Yan Family estate. Who had the ability to hide it away?
Yet, at this moment, he found he could no longer lash his whip, as he too galloped forward, quickly weaving through the alleyways. His face was full of confusion. Wasn't the Yan Family supposed to be here? Why couldn't he find them?
Could it be that he had truly misremembered and the Yan Family wasn't on this street?
"There, there..."
While the Iron Threshold King stood in a daze, within the Yan Mansion, Master Yan was even more stunned. He watched as the Yan Family gate was blasted open and countless people stormed in.
To his bewilderment, though he had clearly heard the Iron Threshold King's army approaching and even smelled the rust on their iron armor, the ones pouring into the Yan Mansion were not the Iron Threshold soldiers.
