On the fifteenth of the first month, the Fang Family's Inner Hall ended its New Year's rest and reopened.
The cold wind was still biting on the training grounds in the early morning, but it couldn't disperse the lively atmosphere of the gathering crowd.
Inner Hall Descendants arrived one after another, gathering in twos and threes to stretch their limbs and chat in low voices.
The air was filled with the unique atmosphere of a new year's start, a subtle mixture of anticipation and lingering idleness.
As time went on, however, some of the more observant descendants began to notice that something was amiss.
"Huh? Chief Fang Han... doesn't seem to have arrived today?"
An Inner Hall Descendant who had just finished warming up looked around, a confused expression on his face, and asked his companion in a low voice.
"You're right, I haven't seen him... Why is he so late?"
