Just as Sang Qien was about to charge over with her sword in hand, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. She was shocked and quickly put her sword away, exclaiming, “Dad!”


  The elder in front of her was, of course, Sang Hong. In his hands was a teacup that was still hot. He asked, “Where are you going?”


  “It’s nothing; I was just feeling a bit stuffy and wanted to get some air. Also, I can check to see if anyone breaks in along the way.” After a bit of hesitation, Sang ..