On Bright Moon Island, along a street where many visiting practitioners of yin cultivation stayed, a figure appeared with white hair and beard and a slightly hunched back.
Had any core disciples of the Lin Family been there, they would have recognized him.
He was the Lin Family's hundred-year-old patriarch, Lin Yan!
At that moment, however, Lin Yan's body was ethereal, wrapped in a faint layer of constantly shifting patterns.
As soon as he appeared, Lin Yan turned his gaze toward the guest lodgings before him.
"Here? Could the Zhang Family be behind this?"
In a flash, Lin Yan vanished from the street. When he reappeared, he was already in the hallway inside.
Looking at the four rooms, Lin Yan stepped forward and passed through one of the doors.
Inside the room, Xu Jin held a wine cup, muttering curses under his breath.
"Master plays favorites! Just because Chen Bai distinguished himself at Yizhuang, he gets good paper offerings, while all I get is a lousy boat!"
As he spoke, Xu Jin downed another cup.
After watching Xu Jin for a moment, Lin Yan turned away and went to the next room.
Inside, a wine jug and cup also sat before Zhu Sheng.
The difference was that a dagger lay beside Zhu Sheng's cup.
Zhu Sheng picked up the dagger and gripped it, a vicious gleam entering his eyes.
He seemed to be recalling how it had felt to plunge this dagger into his father's body that night.
After letting out a trembling breath, Zhu Sheng set the dagger back on the table and picked up his cup.
"I can't be the one to wield this blade."
With that, he drained his wine.
Leaving that room, Lin Yan went to the third.
The lights had long since