Liu Shenglan walked over helplessly and stroked her daughter's back. At the courtyard entrance, Lin Hui's tall figure slowly stepped inside.
Lin Hui had grown taller again, reaching one meter ninety. That counted as tall even in the surrounding towns, though among Martial Artists, it was merely average.
"Dad, Second Mother, I came back to see Xiaoliu." Lin Hui's black hair hung loose around his shoulders. After years of cultivation, his features had become increasingly gentle and harmonious.
Judging by looks alone, he was no longer the sort of face that vanished into a crowd.
"It's good that you're back. Your mother was talking about you just a few days ago. All you do is cultivate every day. You've already reached this point—what are you still training for?" Lin Shunhe complained.
Lin Hui merely smiled and did not reply.
In his family's eyes, his inner strength had reached completion. He was already at the limit of an Outer City Martial Artist.
To go any further, one had to be either a scion of a great clan raised from childhood or someone born with exceptional innate talent. Otherwise, there was simply no way to keep advancing.
Thus, in the eyes of outsiders, his inner strength had already reached its pinnacle. No matter how formidable his secret martial arts were or how powerful he was in battle, it meant little if his life could not undergo a complete qualitative transformation.
Because the limit was right there.
So everyone believed that his focus now should be on marrying, having children, carrying on the family line, building up his influence, and raising descendants to secure his later years.
But only he himself knew that he was still far from reaching his limit.
Lin Hui swept his gaze around, greeted Second Mother first, then looked