The Gong Family was eerily quiet.
With posts every five steps and sentries every ten, no one dared to slack in the slightest.
After all, the Family Head had issued a death order: all guards must be at their stations.
All members of the Gong Family, whether direct or collateral martial artists, were also called back to support the main house without fail.
This state of high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy, left no room for laxity among everyone.
Gazing as the sun rose and then set, the members of the Gong Family, who hadn't closed their eyes for two days and a night, each looked haggard.
They didn't know how many cups of coffee they had drunk or how many bottles of menthol oil they had used.
The so-called formidable enemy had not shown even a shadow.
This made everyone's hearts pound with apprehension; such torture was truly terrifying.
