That night, Ji Wu was particularly joyful.
The next morning, when Ye Fuchen came to see Ji Wu, he found him stealthily slipping out the door, carrying the woman from last night.
"Young Master Ji, what is this?"
Ye Fuchen was taken aback.
"This..."
Ji Wu stammered, his face awkward.
"What happened to her?"
Ye Fuchen frowned, full of suspicion.
Unable to hide it any longer, Ji Wu whispered, "Family Head Ye, her cultivation level was too low to withstand the ordeal. In just a few hours, she rolled her eyes back and died. There was nothing I could do."
"You are simply..."
Ye Fuchen clenched his teeth, nearly losing his temper.
But thinking of how the Ye Family needed the Ji Family's power to rise, Ye Fuchen held it in.
"Family Head Ye, don't worry, it was my carelessness. I am really sorry for causing death in your household."
Although Ji Wu said this, his expression and eyes showed not a hint of regret.