After going over the entire excuse in his mind, Quan Doufeng believed there were no issues, and only then did he walk to the gate, step up the stairs, and pull out a round-headed wooden stick from the bamboo tube. The next second, he forcefully knocked on the wooden clapper hanging by the door.
After all this, he feigned a look of being drained of strength, leaning against the courtyard wall, his gaze scattered and breathing heavily.
Inside the room, everyone was somewhat surprised by the sound of the clapper. Quan Doufeng's return was much faster than they had expected; previously, everyone had barely made it back when an incense stick was about to burn out, but Quan Doufeng had returned at least a third ahead of time this round.
It seemed the task had gone extremely smoothly this time.