Shen Mansion was enshrouded in an invisible gloom, the air filled with an aura of stern killing.
Every person in the mansion could not help but feel unease in their minds.
Auntie Wang and elder sister Shen Fang sat side by side in the hall, with a lively maid standing next to them; the three frequently glanced at the solitary figure outside the door.
Shen the Second was sitting on the threshold like a farmer at this moment.
He held a dry tobacco pipe tightly in his hands, drawing on it with a clattering noise that sounded particularly grating, betraying an air of irritation.
After a while, the mansion's main gate opened.
With a burst of hurried footsteps, Shen Xiaoshan, Tian Xiaohu, and Zhang Shuyuan rushed in quickly.
Following that, they almost simultaneously turned around and shut the gate tightly, their movements extremely fast.
With a "clack," the bolt was secured.
Shen Xiaoshan and Tian Xiaoshu finally felt some sense of security.