Enlightenment

Lin Su stretched out a hand. Three teacups appeared on the coffee table, along with a purple clay teapot. With a light tap on the teapot's button, the water began to boil with a soft sizzle.

The spring breeze drifted in, lifting his hair.

The water soon boiled. Beneath the steaming water, several cups of pre-Qingming tea released an air of ease and contentment.

Whether it was Zhang Yiyu or Dark Night, both had to admit that, in this spring breeze, he was devastatingly handsome...

Lin Su's gaze slowly shifted over, circling the faces of the two women. That slightly contemplative look made their hearts flutter, while also sending them a signal. What signal? A new topic—and likely a rather explosive one...

Whenever he lifted a teacup and there was something unusual in his eyes, an explosive topic often followed...

Lin Su gave a soft cough. "There's something I don't know whether you can accept, Yiyu. This topic is somewhat cruel to the Bishui Sect—one might even call it ironic..."

Zhang Yiyu sighed softly. "If it's about how you split Bishui Sect's Sect Master Peak in two with a single sword strike, then there's no need to say it. I actually saw it all."

She had left the Bishui Sect first.

Lin Su had split Bishui Sect's Sect Master Peak afterward.

From distant clouds, she had seen everything clearly.

She admitted that her feelings were rather complicated. After all, this had once been her sect. More than that, from childhood to adulthood, she had spent half her life on that very peak.

And now, Lin Mouren had cleaved it in two with one sword. He had bullied them right down to the bone. How was she, the former foremost disciple of the Bishui Sect, supposed to view it?

She had