With the arrangements made, all that was left was to wait. Lin Shunhe checked on Xiaohu and, seeing he was fine, joined You Ying and her people. They moved some chairs and stools onto the training grounds, sat down, and waited.
Time trickled by. In the blink of an eye, more than an hour had passed.
The two who had been sent away had yet to return, and the impatience in You Ying's eyes was becoming increasingly obvious.
The atmosphere on the training grounds grew increasingly oppressive. The old men and women, sensing trouble long ago, had already quietly slipped away.
All that remained was a group of people in white robes, Lin Shunhe, Xiaohu, and Xiaopang, who had hurried over.
Attendants served everyone tea, but even the warm beverage couldn't dispel the bone-chilling cold that permeated the air.
More time passed. Soon, two hours would be up.
