Outside Jun Wu's mansion, a shadowy group crouched in silence, their eyes locked on the mansion like hungry hawks circling its prey.
"How long are they going to stay inside?" one muttered, his voice tight with impatience.
"Patience," another hissed back. "As long as they don't decide to live there permanently, he'll soon fall into our hands."
"But still… I can't believe a mere boy could invoke the blessings of heaven," a third voice added, disbelief dripping from every word.
"Who could have predicted that? The ways of heaven are beyond our understanding. Stop talking and focus on the mission."
Their conversation ended as quickly as it began, and silence once again descended on the group.
They remained still, their gazes glued to the grand gates of the mansion.
An hour later, they felt movement from the mansion's entrance. The heavy gates creaked open.
Instantly, the men stiffened and pulled deeper into the shadows.
