When they went over to the other residence, it was also found to be completely wrecked. The residences were no longer habitable.
Feeling helpless, Chu Li and Xiao Qi looked for an inn and were forced to spend a night there.
The next morning, the two of them returned to their residences. As soon as they entered, they saw three middle-aged men sitting on the steps of the main hall, and were waiting impatiently. They held flowers in their hands, and a pile of flower petals could be seen in front of each of them.
The man in the middle had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His gaze was cold, sharp, and terrifying. Judging by the killing aura that surrounded him, it was clear that he was a man of war, and had killed quite a number of people.
On the other hand, the other two middle-aged men had ordinary looks that were easily forgettable. Nevertheless, their bodies were burly and were both grandmasters too.
Upon seeing them, they stood up and looked at Xiao Qi.