A brief silence ensued before Xia Fang broke it, continuing with the rest of the story.
"The moment of reprieve we had bought for ourselves soon came to an end when the three clans attacked us eighteen years later," she said, a distant look in her eyes. "My grandfather told me that the seniors back then had hoped... or rather expected, that the time would be longer. Some even held onto the hope that the veil of suspicion we had created would be enough to turn them against each other," she added, an involuntary sigh escaping her lips.
"But with the way our luck was going, how could we be so fortunate?" Xia Fang shook her head with a self-deprecating smile.
"Was it all of them that attacked, or did the Fan family strike first before the rest joined in?" Yang Qing asked.
"They attacked together."
"Just like that?" Yang Qing immediately followed up, his brow slightly raised in confusion.
