With his heart pounding, and not long after, Yang Xiao, who was walking at the forefront, finally caught sight of the ancestral home's silhouette in the distance. Yet, he felt no relief, for returning to the ancestral home meant that it was time for Tong Han and Mi Shu to stand nightwatch in the ladies' chambers.
This was no ordinary night. Once there, danger was more likely than safety, but if they did not go, the not-quite-human, not-quite-ghost Taoist behind them was not an easy matter either. In Yang Xiao's view, the Taoist's most important task tonight was, in fact, to escort Tong Han and Mi Shu back.
Without asking, it was certain this was the Du Family Patriarch's plot. That old bastard was always the most cunning.
As Yang Xiao contemplated ways to escape, he walked towards the front gate of the ancestral home, but stopped after just a few steps because he noticed the footsteps behind him had halted.