Shrouding the Heavens: The Years as the Female Emperor's Strictest Master

Thoughts stirred.

Tan Lin opened his eyes, a glint seeming to flash through them.

Xiang Li, seated in a chair by the bed, felt his heart tremble slightly at the sight.

He did not know whether he had imagined it.

After observing Tan Lin these past days, he had vaguely noticed that whenever those eyes opened and closed, they seemed increasingly profound. At times, they even carried a trace of the tranquil weight accumulated through the years.

Yet when he asked the other clansmen who took turns looking after Tan Lin, none of them had felt the same.

Setting that aside, however, after three or four years of observation, the shock in his heart had only deepened.

Perhaps because of his bloodline, this child not only possessed peerless innate talent and astonishing growth, but also a temperament unlike that of ordinary people.

He had never cried since infancy, and he learned things frighteningly quickly.

If not for the occasional childlike behavior he displayed, full of curiosity toward the outside world, Xiang Li might even have developed a Huang illusion.

It was as if he was not facing a child of three or four, but an outside cultivator who had lived for no less than a thousand years.

"Elder Li, when can I enter the Abyss with you and observe the fist intent on that stone stele?"

Having finished his cultivation for the day, Tan Lin climbed down from the bed, grabbed the hem of the middle-aged man's clothes, and spoke in a clear child's voice.

Xiang Li pressed his lips together and said nothing.

In truth, he had been considering this question lately as well.

Tan Lin's talent was simply terrifying. At this age, other children were still muddle-headed and could not even recognize all their characters.

Yet he had