The night had not yet ended, and the sound of galloping horses echoed through the narrow forest path.
This was a group of nearly a hundred riders, charging frantically along the narrow path.
The leader was a tall and imposing figure, making the horse he rode seem somewhat small.
He had a face that appeared honest and simple. If one ignored the oppressive presence of his stature, anyone who saw this face would think he was an honest man one could trust.
However, at this moment, that honest and simple face carried a hint of ferociousness.
"That damned Wen Fusheng, how dare he kidnap my daughter and even threaten me!
"You told me to bring people and horses here, and I came!
"You want me to follow your orders, and I'm doing that!
"But if you dare harm a single hair on my daughter's head, I'll tear down your Luochun Manor!!"
This person was none other than Tie Lingyun, the Grand Hall Master of Iron Blood Hall!
Wen Fusheng's letter arrived sooner than he expected.
