After making all the arrangements, all that remained was to wait. Lin Shunhe went to check on Xiao Hu, and after confirming he was fine, he joined You Ying and the others in moving chairs and stools into the training ground, where they sat down to rest and wait.
Time trickled by, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a shichen had passed.
The two men who had gone after them still had not returned, but the impatience in You Ying's eyes was becoming increasingly obvious.
The atmosphere across the entire training ground grew ever more oppressive. The old men and women had long since sensed that something was wrong and quietly dispersed, running away.
Only a group of white-robed people, Lin Shunhe, Xiao Hu, and the Little Fat who had hurried over remained.
The servants served everyone tea, but even the hot tea could not suppress the chilling cold that spread among them.
More time passed, and an hour was nearly up.
Seated in his chair, sweat slowly beaded on Lin Shunhe's forehead. His gaze was fixed on the gate, while the hand clutching the armrest unconsciously tightened, veins standing out.
"The time is up," the bald, muscular man beside You Ying said in a deep voice.
"They still haven't arrived." You Ying looked at Lin Shunhe and slowly raised her hand.
Just as she was about to strike, her fingers suddenly trembled, as if she had sensed something. She pointed lightly at Lin Shunhe.
Whoosh.
A purplish-red jade pendant shot out from Lin Shunhe's waist and landed precisely in her large hand.
"Big Brother's protective jade pendant... why is it in your hands?" The killing intent in her eyes swiftly faded, replaced by confusion.
"So it's Lord You's own younger sister before me!?" Lin Shunhe,