"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind," Lin Feng mused inwardly, a wry smile forming on his lips. "And it seems I am the cicada this time."
Though slightly annoyed, he did not resist what was to come. Some things could not be avoided, and forcing them would only create more complications.
With a calm heart, he accepted the flow of the coming days. After all, not every day could go exactly as he wished.
Lin Feng had lunch with his women before returning to the courtyard together. The atmosphere was calm and comfortable, a stark contrast to the chaos from earlier that morning.
By the time they arrived, most of the people who had been camping outside had already dispersed, their earlier enthusiasm fading under the weight of time and unmet expectations.
Only a few dozen diehard individuals remained, still kneeling stubbornly outside the gates.
