"We leave now."
I had just finished speaking when a voice suddenly rang out from behind us.
"Wait—!"
It was Fu Li.
Her tone carried surprise, almost disbelief, and it made everyone turn at once.
I paused and looked back.
Then I saw it.
Someone was standing at the entrance.
For a brief moment, no one spoke.
Even the Zhao brothers turned slightly, their attention shifting toward the gate.
Then—
Bai Ming froze.
Her eyes widened, and the expression on her face changed before she could hide it.
Han Fuji.
He stepped into the courtyard as if nothing was out of place, as if he had always belonged there. In his hand, he carried a small bundle, loosely wrapped, and his posture remained relaxed.
There was even a faint smile on his lips… a mischievous one.
He glanced around at all of us, taking in the silence, the stares, and the way no one moved to greet him.
Then he spoke.
