If My Strength Allows It

But the atmosphere around the old man seemed unusual. Some cultivators surrounded the family of the elderly man quietly, among them were He Shu and some others who were protecting the elderly man. The situation seemed to have reached its boiling point.

Aside from the group of people who surrounded the old man and He Shu, some others had already left after noticing the abnormal situation. Xie Yan, Old Patriarch Xie, and other members of the Xie family stood nearby, observing the situation. When they saw her walking down the stairs, they approached her joyfully.

She averted her gaze and looked around. She moved slowly toward the dying elderly man and noticed that half of the elderly man's people were fighting each other with equal ferocity as if they wanted to use the elderly man's injury to take his life.

"Did he fall?" Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows as she looked at He Shu.