The sky had just begun to brighten, and the fog had dispersed, leaving only wisps like cotton floss drifting through the air.
Lin Hui stood on the roof of Qingfeng Temple with his hands behind his back, watching the disciples below emerge one after another to dismantle the sealed barricades. Then his gaze shifted to the side room where Tao Xuehai and his sister had been settled.
It looked like something major had happened to the Tao Family. Otherwise, they would not have entrusted their children to someone else like this. It had even come to the point of changing their faces and names. Where would they go from here...?
Sometimes, Lin Hui could not help but sigh. This world was muddled and chaotic, as unfathomable as the starry cosmos. No one knew what a person wanted to do in this world, or what they could do.
Those in the Outer City lived along paths planned by the Inner City. Perhaps those in the Inner City also lived along paths planned by the people of Moon Tower. No one could truly obtain the freedom they desired.
I practiced swordsmanship and cultivated martial arts so bitterly... but what was it all for? After so long, that question surfaced in his mind once again.
But now, seeing Tao Xuehai's plight, he understood.
That was right. I cultivated martial arts so bitterly so that when disaster came, I could raise my sword and sever every misfortune, every enemy that came before me.
At that moment, the thought in his heart became incomparably clear. Lin Hui suddenly felt a wonderful sense of enlightenment.
Creak.
Suddenly, the side room door opened, and a figure slowly stepped out, raising his head to look at Lin Hui on the roof.
Whoosh.
The figure vanished and appeared directly