The black-clad, masked man was numbed with shock by that offhand remark.
If Caspar had such a master by his side, three years ago Su Ningxiang would certainly not have succeeded in switching the medicine.
Who could it be?!
The black-clad, masked man's brain was racing at high speed.
Could it be that another major family had purposely intervened, aiming to harm Su Ningxiang?
Alas, Ye Wanlan was incredibly strong, and the black-clad, masked man simply couldn't break free—panic was all that remained in his heart.
Caspar, having narrowly escaped death, looked at the second figure with lingering fear, "May I ask who this is..."
The Su Family's way of doing things really was no different from the martial artists described in novels.
Each one clad in night robes that made it difficult to discern their age or sex, their appearances and disappearances were like ghosts, terrifying.
