Linghe and the rest waited for half a day in the residence. Even after eating their lunch, there were still no signs from Ji Fengyan, which made Linghe unable to hold it in and he looked for her.
Ji Fengyan was sitting in her room in front of her table and playing with a palm-sized big little paper-man.
"Miss, what time are we leaving exactly?" Linghe asked.
Ji Fengyan looked at Linghe and then at the little paper-man in her hands.
Suddenly, that little paper man's head moved slightly, and it was unclear whether it was due to the wind or other reasons.
Ji Fengyan's lips curled into a smile. She kept away the little paper man and stood up. "All right, Brother Ling, we can set off now."
Linghe finally heaved a sigh of relief. He called up all the people and went bustling out of the residence.
The distance from the residence to outside the city gates was not far. Within a short while, Ji Fengyan and the others had reached the city gates.
