The three approaching figures all rode streaks of escape light.
Their identities were self-evident: all three were Foundation Establishment cultivators.
"Brother Lin!"
Two cries of delighted surprise suddenly rang out, and two of the three streaks of escape light noticeably quickened.
But soon, one of them slowed again, as though its rider had remembered something.
The first to reach him was none other than Tantai Feiyue.
With cloudlike tresses, a flowerlike face, and a tall, graceful figure, she looked elegant and dignified. Her lovely face, equally charming in delight or displeasure, was now filled with delighted surprise as she gazed at Lin Changheng.
"Feiyue, it's been a long time again..."
Clad in blue robes, Lin Changheng stood straight as a pine, his eyes clear as a cold pool, and smiled warmly at the woman before him.
From Tantai Feiyue's perspective, her Brother Lin's vitality and spirit seemed perfectly rounded and full. A sense of composure and confidence shone from within him.
She had occasionally sensed it before, but most of it had been hidden beneath his caution and steadiness, as though he were concealing his brilliance and biding his time.
What she did not know was that, in a sense, Lin Changheng's ties to the Xu Family-gratitude, affection, and interests-had become thoroughly intertwined...
In Lin Changheng's heart, they already counted as steadfast, trustworthy allies. That allowed him to reveal some genuine feeling without remaining so tightly wound.
Knowing when to tighten and when to relax was the proper way.
Even the strongest people needed a temporary harbor from the storm. Of course, that applied only to lower-level cultivators. After reaching Core Formation or Nascent Soul and living for hundreds, even nearly a thousand years, they would have seen everything. By then, it was perfectly normal for their hearts of cultivation