At 1:00 AM, Shen Han comforted Madam Yun for a while before sending her back to her own courtyard.
After asking the household servants, he learned that Shen Lingsheng had not stayed in his own courtyard.
Instead, he had casually found a room in the guest quarters to settle in.
Madam Yun didn't say a word; she had long expected it to happen.
After escorting Madam Yun and Cailing, Shen Han's mind once again delved into cultivation.
The Shen family's main courtyard was cold and indifferent to this extent, even his own biological father was like this.
From now on, he must rely on his own efforts.
Tonight, after taking a palm strike from Shen Lingsheng, two hours passed and it still faintly ached.
He currently possessed Seventh Grade strength, and yet still felt such pain.
If it truly had been aimed at little Cailing, what would the outcome be?
Fortunately, he was already Seventh Grade, if he were any weaker, he feared he wouldn't have easily withstood it.
