Jia Wuqun, who had been tending the flowers and plants, noticed it. He turned and glanced at Yuan Cong, a faint question in his eyes.
Yuan Cong said in a low voice, "Our address has not been leaked. No one should come looking for us of their own accord." His eyes and ears were already alert in every direction as he waved to signal Wei Duo.
Wei Duo immediately flashed to the gate and peered outside through the crack.
A knock, knock sounded at the door. Wei Duo turned back and gestured, then shook his head, indicating there were two people outside, but he did not recognize them.
Yuan Cong gave a slight wave, signaling him to ignore them. He wanted to pretend no one was in the courtyard and hoped they would leave on their own.
Yet the knock, knock continued without pause. When it finally stopped, the bolt suddenly sprang open with a clang. Someone had clearly used magic to open it.
The gate was pushed open directly, and one person strode inside. Wei Duo immediately flashed forward to block him. "Who goes there?"
Outside the gate, a carriage blocked the entrance. One man had entered, while another sat on the carriage shaft like a coachman, coldly eyeing the courtyard from the corner of his eye.
Wei Duo, who had just demanded an answer, seemed to lose all nerve to stop him in an instant. As the intruder advanced step by step, Wei Duo retreated step by step.
Once he had a clear view, Yuan Cong saw the other man raise a badge in his hand—a badge identifying him as a member of Misty Pavilion.
People from Misty Pavilion had come to their door? Yuan Cong's pupils shrank sharply. His gaze instinctively swept the surroundings as he worried