He regretted not bringing his people to the grand event. Xu Luo resolved to share the good news with them at the first opportunity.
It was the first time since his ascension to the Divine Domain that he'd felt a sense of belonging, a connection to a place and its people.
But then, Xu Luo suddenly sensed a faint scent of blood in the air. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as the smile on his face slowly faded.
He then strode into the courtyard and saw it was in complete disarray. The middle-aged man who had come with Sun Xiaohong and the others was lying in a flowerbed, letting out weak groans.
Xu Luo hurried over to check on the middle-aged servant's injuries.
"Young Master... you're back..." the middle-aged man said when he saw Xu Luo, greeting him through the pain.
"Who did this?" Xu Luo discovered that both of the middle-aged servant's arms and legs were broken, twisted into strange angles. A surge of fury welled up inside him.
