With all eyes on the door, Hu Dacheng was the first to emerge.
Seeing the large crowd that had gathered, he froze for a moment, a look of complete bewilderment on his face as he glanced back over his shoulder.
The person behind him, apparently oblivious to his panic, stepped out with a calm and unhurried gait.
As Guan Shan stepped fully out of the room, standing tall and imposing in the sunlight, a moment of silence was instantly shattered by a wave of chatter.
"Well now! That build, that height... he looks pretty good..."
"More than just 'pretty good'..."
"His limbs... they're really healed..."
Just as the crowd was grappling with this surprise, something even more astonishing happened—someone saw his face.
It was reminiscent of Ji Liantang's wedding day. When Du Caizhu had emerged from her sedan chair, quite a few people had fallen right off the walls they were perched on.
That scene replayed itself today, and if anything, even more people fell.
