After leaving Lin Mansion, Lin Hui took advantage of the approaching dim fog to slip out alone through the side gate, preparing to head back.
His movement technique was too fast now. He had discarded the entourage befitting a temple master that Wang Hongshi and the others had originally suggested, coming and going on his own—convenient, swift, and worry-free.
From Black Dragon headquarters in another town to Lin Mansion took him no more than half an hour.
Bringing people along would have slowed him down considerably.
He had only just said farewell to his mother and stepped over the threshold. Listening to the clamor inside the mansion celebrating his younger sister Lin Xiaoliu, he was about to leave.
A figure suddenly emerged from the darkness behind him.
"Lin Hui... little brother. Do you have a moment to talk?"
The voice was clear, a man's.
Lin Hui turned to look at him.
The newcomer wore a light blue long robe cinched at the waist, with a pair of purple-black metal gloves hanging from his belt. His long hair was tied in a ponytail, and his features were handsome and mild. It was Liu Wujun, Second Mother's eldest son—and now Lin Hui's elder brother, though they shared neither father nor mother.
"Brother Liu, it'll be dark soon. If there's something, why not talk next time?"
Lin Hui replied.
"Just a few words. With your movement technique, it shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Liu Wujun smiled.
"I heard about your fight with Li Chi, a Zhou Tian Martial Person. You performed very well."
There was unmistakable appreciation in his voice.
"I have fellow disciples serving as high-ranking advisors in the New Martial Alliance as well. If you want to develop in that direction, you can tell me. I'll put in a word