At the sight of the Yaoguang Flying Sword in Baili Pangpang's hand, the guards' expressions changed slightly. After exchanging glances, they silently pressed the buttons in their hands.
Creak—!
A low hum rose as the heavy black steel gates slowly opened, revealing a smooth avenue blanketed in ginkgo leaves before Baili Pangpang.
Baili Pangpang waved away the Yaoguang Flying Sword in his hand. His expression revealed neither joy nor anger as he calmly walked toward the luxurious villa in the distance.
Once Baili Pangpang had left, one of the guards hurried into the security booth, took out a walkie-talkie, and lowered his voice.
"Young Master is back! He really came back!"
On both sides of the ginkgo-lined avenue, the servants who had been diligently sweeping the road looked up at the familiar figure, surprise appearing in their eyes. Yet they still bowed one after another and respectfully called out:
"Good morning, Young Master."
Baili Pangpang ignored them and continued forward.
He did not care what others were thinking. He was too tired.
He only wanted to return to the home that belonged to him, find his father and mother, and tell them everything he had experienced along the way... He believed that with his father's wisdom, he would surely be able to find whoever had been plotting against him in secret and give him justice!
So, beneath everyone's watchful gazes, he arrived at the villa's entrance. Looking at the familiar door before him, he slowly raised his hand and pressed the doorbell beside it.
Ding-dong—!
The clear chime of the doorbell rang out.
A moment later, the door opened. A young man in a white shirt, dark teal tie, and gold-rimmed glasses stood quietly behind it. Upon seeing Baili Pangpang at the door, he froze for a moment, then frowned