The black-clad man still didn't speak. Hua Tianyou frowned, knowing he wouldn't get anything from him, so he stood up and turned back to the carriage.
"How did it go?" Ms. Li asked nervously.
Hua Tianyou shook his head, "One is dead, the other is seriously injured, couldn't get anything. We'll go home first and then make plans."
Zhao Ling'er nodded, clinging tightly to Hua Tianyou's hand, as if it was the only way she could feel a bit of safety.
The canopy of the carriage had been hacked to shreds by swords, and Hua Tianyou struggled greatly before he managed to lift the two black-clad bodies onto the carriage.
He then led the horse with one hand and held Zhao Ling'er with the other, accompanying them slowly back to the residence.
"Someone, come! Quickly, someone!"
Upon returning to the residence, Hua Tianyou shouted at the door, and the steward along with the servants heard the commotion, coming out to greet them.
