With the death of the Nine Ancestors, all crises vanished, marking the end of the battle to defend the manor.
The scene was desolate.
The remnants of the Illusionary Archers paused momentarily, silently observing everything, not leaving.
In the desolate fleshy ruins, amidst the scattered corpses, a deathly silence suddenly prevailed.
The group of Embers who followed Li Youzhu in escape had died at the outset, lacking any means to flee.
"Mother, Father."
Ning Jiaojiao hurried over, falling to her knees in tears.
Jiao Wuyu merely smiled, glanced at Jiao Chiwan beside her, and sent him away, "Go wait outside. The task you helped me with can end here."
Jiao Chiwan hesitated before speaking, sighed, and turned to leave, "Grandmother, I will wait outside for three days."
Honestly, Jiao Chiwan had already done his utmost.
Though he called her grandmother, she was actually just an ordinary clan member.
