Courting Death?

Squeak!

The old door of the warehouse was pushed open, and a gust of wind and rain blew in.

Lightning flashed, and a figure with a sword at his waist appeared outside the door with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Only the outline of a body as steady as a mountain could be seen.

"Father…" The woman's face was pale. She spread her arms and stood in front of Jian Yuhua, her eyes filled with sorrow and despair.

Jian Yuhua seemed to have expected this. His reaction was rather calm. "Second Miss, you should go back first. I'll apologize to Master and go back later."

The woman shook her head vigorously. There were tears in her eyes, but she couldn't say anything.

Thump!

With a soft sound, the woman's eyes lost focus, and her body went limp.