"Honey, you take them and stay with Grandpa for now!"
After a few brief words with Chu Yan, Zhou Fan walked over to the dead Cyan Dragon, hoisted the body onto his shoulder, and left with Wang Tianshuang and Song Yinan.
"Master Zhou, Young Madam," Zhao Qingshan said, turning to Zhou Sihai and Chu Yan, "the smell of blood is too strong here. Please take the others to the back courtyard. I'll have my men take care of things here."
"Qingshan, if anyone disobeys, kill them on the spot," Zhou Sihai said, rising to his feet. He looked at Zhao Qingshan, his voice heavy with meaning. "I, Zhou Sihai, would rather bear a lifetime of condemnation than leave a web of troublesome connections for my descendants!"
Zhao Qingshan froze for a moment, staring at Zhou Sihai in disbelief. But when he saw the unwavering resolve in the old man's eyes, he nodded heavily. "Rest assured, Master."
"Zhao Yu! Take your men and close the main gate!" Zhao Qingshan shouted. "No one leaves without my order!"
