More than a dozen fast horses galloped on the official road.
On the road to the southwest, the Xie family's escorts were extremely anxious, for they had never seen the eldest young master with such a gloomy expression.
In the residence of the Great Marshal, being able to bend or stand tall didn't mean that Xie Shuai was willing to accept Xu Zhantang's mockery, insults, and ridicule, especially when Xu Zhantang kneaded his face, he was barely able to resist.
But the proud and lofty Xie Shuai did not resist, because he knew that his resistance might cause Xu Zhantang to be slightly injured, but afterwards, not only would the Xie family be executed in entirety, but he himself would suffer torture to death. Perhaps by that time, the only survivors of the Xie family would be Xie Yun, oh right, and that Xie Tian who should have died long ago.