Fu Sheng and I both turned at the same time when we heard the shout.
Neither of us spoke. We just moved.
We walked back toward our resting area as fast as we could manage, my steps uneven because of my ankle, Fu Sheng staying close behind me without saying a word. The closer we got, the heavier the air felt, like something terrible had already happened and was waiting for us to see it.
When we reached the spot, my heart sank.
Master Fu was seated there, frozen in place, his face pale and stunned. Madame Fu was beside him, her hands shaking as she looked around in confusion. Fu Tong had just arrived, with Fu Teng and Fu Fei close behind. All of them were staring at the same empty space.
The wagon was gone.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Fu Tong was the first to react. "What happened?" he asked sharply. "Where's the wagon?"
No one answered him right away.
