The sun gradually sank, and the light dimmed.
Some sat in meditation, while others closed their eyes to rest their minds.
After so much time had passed, most had guessed what Wei He intended to do.
Thus, this was an open scheme.
If Three Faces still wished to hunt, he would certainly not let this opportunity pass.
Wei He was waiting.
Qi Lianzi was waiting as well.
Now it depended on who would lose patience first.
The sun slowly sank below the horizon.
The lanterns beneath the eaves began to light up one by one.
Their dim yellow flames dyed the entire courtyard in a gentle hue.
From the distant wind came the faint strains of mournful strings and song.
It was as though they lamented this sorrowful age, where the people could barely survive.
Natural disasters, warfare, strange beasts, True Beasts, invasions by enemy states.
Layer upon layer of crushing pressure had left the people of Great Yuan deeply oppressed.
The singing seemed to have buried much of that same emotion within it.
At some point, Wei He opened his eyes and quietly focused on listening to the song.
Whoosh!
Just as he sank into the mood of the music, slightly lost in thought.
Several white-robed figures suddenly appeared atop the wall.
These figures were dressed much like Qian Zhan had been before. Threads of Returning True Force, heavy as mountain rocks, circulated evenly across their bodies, protecting them from head to toe.
"The moment I received the urgent message, I rushed here. Luckily, I was handling matters nearby, so I arrived in time."
Among them, the man standing at the center was clearly their leader—a burly, bearded man whose appearance carried an innate air of authority even without anger.
"Wei He?" The burly man looked down at Wei