Ancestral Blessing?

Little Wu sneered coldly, his right hand gripping the hilt of his blade, and spoke, “Master, you only realize this now, but it’s already too late.”

“Little Wu, I have treated you well, why would you do this?”

Liu Tian exclaimed in fear, falling to the ground, his face pale, and his trembling lips revealing a mix of terror and anger.

Little Wu did not answer, his blade flashed, aiming straight for Liu Tian’s head.

“Father!”

Lady Liu, who was inside the carriage, heard the conversation and sensed something amiss.

As she emerged, she witnessed this scene, her face filled with horror, and she let out a scream.

In her hand, a pale yellow wildflower fell from Lady Liu’s body as she tumbled from the carriage, drifting forward due to inertia.

Little Wu’s gaze was icy, his hand gripping the blade steady, unaffected by Lady Liu’s voice and actions.

Terrified, Liu Tian scrambled away, crawling to the side. Unexpectedly, the blade did not strike Liu Tian.