"Alas! What a poor, unfortunate child!"
Outside the courtyard, Zhao Hai Hong watched Lin Yi practice his saber over and over like a man possessed. His eyes brimmed with pity.
There was nothing he could do, though. In his life, he had taught quite a few disciples who reached the Second Grade of Martial Arts, but only two or three had attained Chen Jiangping's level of strength.
Those two or three were currently traveling abroad, searching for a chance to break through to the First Grade. He couldn't even get in touch with them, so how could he ask them to come help Lin Yi?
Besides, even if he managed to contact them, they might not be able to reach Dongshan Prefecture in the short span of seven days and rescue Lin Yi's parents.
At the thought, Zhao Hai Hong shook his head. He kept watching Lin Yi until the sun sank below the horizon, then slowly left.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night.
The silence was absolute!
The entire Dongshan Martial Academy lay quiet.
Only in the Vice Principal's study did a bright lamp burn. Beneath its light, Zhao Hai Hong sighed repeatedly, racking his brains for a way to help Lin Yi.
But just then—
"Whoosh!"
A faint breeze passed through, making the candle flame in the study flicker slightly.
Immediately afterward, without Zhao Hai Hong noticing, a young man appeared in the study. He had a snow-white sword strapped to his back and wore white robes. His features were cold and proud.
"Teacher, what is troubling you? Is there anything I can do to help?"
The cold-faced young man spoke softly.
Only then did Zhao Hai Hong notice him.
"Wu Han, what brings you here? Why didn't you