"Brother Lin!" Luo Wuxin bowed slightly.
Lin Su smiled. "Brother Luo, clad in light robes today, has finally welcomed spring. Congratulations indeed!"
Luo Wuxin smiled. "Through the long winter nights, I thought every moment of tearing apart the gloom and welcoming spring. Today, I have finally welcomed it. It truly is cause for celebration. Is Brother Lin not the same?"
Those words carried deeper meaning.
Luo Wuxin's winter night might have been the sable fur coat he could never part with, but it had also been his long-standing predicament.
Having broken through to the Quasi-Saint Realm, everything had changed. He had leapt free of his shackles and faced his own spring.
What about Lin Su?
With a single remark, Luo Wuxin seemed to be referring to Lin Su's present predicament as well. With the Martial Saint's Return, the ten thousand miles of gloom over Lin Su's head had likewise been swept away.
When high-ranking scholars spoke, when two great minds conversed, every word carried its own lesson.
Lin Su smiled. "Brother Luo has broken through to the Quasi-Saint Realm, yet you remain a member of the White Pavilion?"
"The White Pavilion aided Wuxin when he stood at the end of the road. How could Wuxin abandon the White Pavilion on the day of success? Brother Lin is a man who values sentiment, and so is Wuxin!"
"I admire you!" Lin Su bowed.
"Brother Lin is worthy of this little brother's admiration as well!" Luo Wuxin returned the bow. "Brother Lin, please. Teacher awaits in the pavilion!"
Lin Su stepped into the pavilion. Old Bai rose to greet him, smiling.
Lin Su bowed. "Greetings, Old Bai!"
Old Bai returned the bow. "Lin Changxing has personally come to the White Pavilion, bringing splendor to its humble walls. Lin Changxing, please sit and