Qi Tianming walked into the backyard, sensing something was off, and couldn't help pointing behind him.
"This stool... was it here before?"
"What stool?"
The middle-aged man looked confused, taking a serious look: "It feels like the one from the reception hall. How did it get here? Elder Qi, shouldn't we focus on dealing with Sun Qiang and the others? The guards outside can barely hold on! It's just a stool. I'll have someone move it away later."
"Alright then!"
Qi Tianming also understood that now wasn't the time to be hung up on such trivialities. He hurriedly pushed open the door.
At that moment, Sun Qiang, Yu Xiaoyu, and the others were practicing. Seeing someone enter, they instantly stood up in unison.
Brought here by the guards and kept indoors for days, forbidden to leave, they were understandably puzzled.
"Elder Qi, is there news about the young master and Lord Kong?" Sun Qiang stepped forward.
After days of interaction, he had learned of Qi Tianming's identity.
