Inside the City Lord's Mansion.
Lin Xiaoqing had just learned from the guards at the city gate that Liu Lingfeng and the others had returned to the city. She was now urgently discussing important matters with Lin Yunzhong, the commander of the guards, in the council hall.
Suddenly, a heaven-shaking phenomenon tore through the sky without warning. In an instant, the entire world seemed to have been churned upside down by an invisible giant hand.
Lin Xiaoqing and Lin Yunzhong exchanged horrified looks, the worry in each other's eyes as unfathomable as a deep, cold pool.
Though Lin Xiaoqing was not a cultivator, she had grown up at Lin Bingchun's side and had been influenced by what she saw and heard. She knew full well that the emergence of such an aura was no trivial matter.
Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, twisted like a wrung-out rope. The gravity and worry in her gaze seemed like tangible gloom, shrouding her whole body.
"Commander Lin, what exactly is this phenomenon?" Lin Xiaoqing asked, her voice tinged with worry.
Lin Yunzhong cupped his fists slightly, standing as straight as a pine tree as he said in a deep voice, "Rest assured, Young Master. I will immediately dispatch men to determine the source of this aura."
Lin Xiaoqing nodded faintly, her brows still knitted together. "Commander Lin, Father is not in the city now, so all matters depend on you to hold the fort. I must trouble you with so much. Xiao Qing will remember it in her heart."
"What are you saying, Young Master?" A light flashed in Lin Yunzhong's eyes, and his words were earnest, like a blazing torch. "It was only through the general's support that we came to have what we have today.
To serve the general and ease