With a dismissive flick of his wrist, Fang Yuan swiped the golden screen away.
As the screen the dissapears, the world snapped back into focus, the cavern's damp, stagnant air heavy in his lungs.
He also retracted his divine sense, leaving behind a hollow silence within him.
He let out a weary breath that misted in the cool air.
"I wish I had the time to figure out what those teleportation traces are," he muttered to the empty tunnel.
Steeling himself, he took a step forward, then another, leaving the scene of his miraculous transgression behind.
Emerging from the cavern's mouth, the weak sunlight felt abrasive.
As his divine sense had already informed him, the family guards who were usually a permanent, watchful fixture were conspicuously absent today. The clearing was eerily still.
Before he could even process this anomaly, that familiar, dispassionate voice resonated directly within his consciousness, cutting through his fatigue.
