Han Fuji did not look back after leaving Bai Ming.
His steps were steady as he walked through the narrow path, his expression calm, but his eyes carried something deeper, something that had not settled since what happened earlier.
The farther he moved away from the shelter, the quieter it became.
The noise of people faded.
The air grew still.
After a short distance, he turned into a covered corner hidden between two old structures, a place most people would not notice unless they were looking carefully.
A carriage was already waiting there.
It was simple on the outside, nothing that would attract attention, but the horse was well kept, and the man holding the reins stood straight the moment Han Fuji appeared.
Han Fuji stepped forward without slowing down.
The door of the carriage was opened immediately from inside.
He entered.
Inside, two men were already waiting.
The moment he stepped in, both of them lowered their heads.
"Master."
