Wind and snow fell, scattering silently through the small courtyard of Lin Mansion and onto Lin Shunhe's shoulders.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed up at the sky.
"This weather—why did it start snowing again just like that? Elder Du, how are things over at Qingfeng Temple?"
"There's a bit of trouble. Young Master Hui moved too fast. The moment he received the news, he rushed straight to Fu'an Town. But we reported it to Black Face Master in time, and people have already been sent over to secretly assist him. It shouldn't be a major problem," Elder Du said gravely.
"Is that so? Good. A-Hui has always been like this—impulsive by nature. He's been practicing martial arts hard every day lately, and I thought he'd changed his temperament. Who knew he was still the same as ever?" Lin Shunhe sighed.
"Young Master Hui is still quite remarkable. His comprehension is exceptional. To bring Qingfeng Temple to its current state is not something an ordinary person could accomplish," Elder Du praised.
"Li Chi... Zhou Tian..." Lin Shunhe fell silent.
He had originally planned to wait until he fused with the imitation Evil Weapon, establish a hall, and gain greater power before bringing his son in with him.
But he had never expected Qingfeng Temple to stir up trouble so quickly.
The thought gave him a headache.
"Perhaps after he smashes his head bloody this time, he'll give up..."
For someone in the Inner Strength Realm to stubbornly charge at a Zhou Tian was truly not knowing the height of heaven or the depth of earth.
As his son's pace of stirring up trouble grew faster and the trouble itself grew greater, Lin Shunhe was beginning to feel that he could no longer cover for him.
That only