A white figure rushed over, and with a squelch, a sword pierced flesh. Following that, the astrologer groaned and reached out to slap a symbol onto the sword that had stabbed him.
"Ah..." The attacker screamed, released the sword, and fell on his backside to the ground.
"Stop, Zhuo'er!" Mr. Xue's voice rang out as he rushed over to grab the sudden "assassin," "Zhuo'er, when did you return to the Residence?"
Unexpectedly, the person who appeared turned out to be Mr. Xue's son, Xue Zhi's brother. Bai Ruozhu had no time for them, hurriedly checking the astrologer's injuries. Fortunately, no vital organs were hit, but the opponent was ruthless, nearly piercing the astrologer's shoulder through and through.
"Why did you rush over here? Don't you care about your life?" Ao Song suddenly shouted, somewhat agitated.
The astrologer's lips curled slightly, "It's okay, don't delay me. If this gets postponed any longer, the curse won't be able to be broken."
