Within Earth's Pulse Academy, Lin Shu held Lynn's hand and chattered away.
Lynn lowered his head and saw the silver longevity lock around Lin Shu's neck. His gaze immediately softened.
The lock was small, engraved with Chinese characters that only Lynn could understand—Peace.
He had personally refined this longevity lock. It contained defensive witchcraft, spatial teleportation witchcraft, and a multilayered space sealed with cultivation resources, meditation methods, and witchcraft.
Lin Shu had worn it all these years.
"You're still wearing it." Lynn's voice was very soft.
Lin Shu touched the longevity lock. "Of course I wear what Father gave me. Every night before bed these past years, I would touch it. When I felt it, I knew Father was still here!"
Lynn's gaze softened further.
That brat Lin Chen wanted to devour him the moment he saw him, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Lin Shu was different. When she saw him, she would run over and hug him. She would cry, laugh, and tell him she missed him.
A son was a rebellious wretch; a daughter was a little padded jacket.
Lynn said gently, "The cultivation resources inside should have been enough for you to advance all the way to an official Wizard. Why make yourself suffer?"
Lin Shu understood what her father meant as well. She lowered her head and said embarrassedly:
"Aunt Alia had been stuck at the peak of a third-rank apprentice for many years without making any progress. After I advanced to third-rank apprentice, I took out those resources and gave them to her. I thought that if they could help Aunt cross that threshold, it would be fine if I progressed a little slower."
Lynn could not help patting her head again.
The little girl was truly kind. The resources had clearly