The notes amounted to no more than a handful of pages.
Yet the information they revealed left Lin Ke standing there for a long time.
Lin Xiao was probably dead.
He had not even stirred a ripple. Lin Ke had never heard of anyone named Lin Xiao in the Lin Residence.
As he closed Lin Xiao's Notes, which contained only a few brief remarks, two lines appeared on the final page.
"Moon bright, storm raging, my sword lights my heart; the courage born within me stays the same in life and death."
What spirit!
Reading that simple verse, Lin Ke could not help silently admiring him.
Though Lin Xiao had left only a few pages of notes and a verse, they sketched the image of a swordsman who held fast to the justice in his heart.
At the same time, Lin Ke began recalling everything about Lin Xuanji and the Lin Residence.
When "Lin Ke" was young, the Lin Residence had indeed offered elementary lessons, most of which centered on The Way of Kings.
After those lessons, there would be a selection to determine who could continue studying.
But that was precisely where the problem lay.
The teacher alone decided who was selected, and the children of the Lin Residence never saw the list.
So it was possible that not a single person was ever selected!
Moreover, over all these years, Lin Ke had never heard of any sibling in the Lin Residence making something of themselves.
Who had earned scholarly honors?
Who had stood above all rivals?
Who had entered the Hundred Schools?
No one, no one, no one!
The Lin Residence seemed to contain only a handful of shadows.
Lin Xuanji, the steward, and the managers!
Even the various wives were rarely seen. Lin Ke had not so