Not far outside Hundred Flowers Valley's Mountain Gate, Zhao ChuXue, Chai Guanglin, and the other two stood by the road with their swords in their arms.
From the way they kept glancing toward the Mountain Gate, it was not hard to tell that they were waiting for someone.
Seeing that the appointed time had already passed, Chai Guanglin could not sit still any longer. "We sent servants to watch him many times before. Lin Lin always left the Mountain Gate around this time to work at the Cold Iron Mine. Why hasn't he come today?"
Ever since they had been thoroughly beaten by Lin Lin for speaking ill of him last time, the four of them had harbored a grudge against him.
That day, after being beaten by Lin Lin, they had gone to class with their injuries. They had thought they would receive the sympathy of their fellow disciples, but the result had been the complete opposite.
After all, one side was Lin Lin, a reformed former wastrel who had worked hard at cultivation and become the idol of many junior disciples.
The other was Zhao ChuXue's quartet, who were usually loose-tongued and arrogant. Everyone thought the four of them were trying to frame Lin Lin.
Even if Lin Lin truly had beaten them, people believed there must have been a deeper reason for it.
Later, someone asked Lin Lin himself, and his answer was that the four had been caught badmouthing him on the spot.
Once that news spread, Zhao ChuXue and the others were utterly disgraced. Their plan to win sympathy and gather fellow disciples to gang up on Lin Lin was completely ruined as a result.
But they had not given up on revenge. They decided to form a fixed team of four from then on.