Everyone had left, and in the blink of an eye, only two people remained in the house.
Hong Feibai leaned against the doorway, watching those martial artists who had arrived with great momentum now stumbling away one by one in a pitiful state. The most ruthless among them, the wielder of the Ghost Owl Sword, had directly lost his life and was dragged on the ground like a tattered sack. Feeling immensely relieved, Hong Feibai let out a deep breath, his frustration vanishing as he laughed loudly:
"Hahaha, safe travels, don't send!"
"The snow is heavy and the road is slippery, be careful not to fall..."
Upon hearing this, the Yin siblings felt a surge of resentment in their hearts. If it were any other day, they would have taught him a lesson, but now they were afraid of the person inside the house, so they could only help each other stumbling away without even leaving a harsh word behind.