The morning light on Cold Moon Peak was just right.
It was as bright and clear as Lin Shisan's mood.
After tidying up the Alchemy Chamber, Lin Shisan was about to cook a bowl of tasty rice porridge for his beautiful master to show his gratitude when his Message Stone suddenly lit up.
It was a message from Qing'er.
"Martial Uncle, something's wrong! A group has come to the mountain gate, claiming to be from the Ling Household. They're asking for you by name."
People from the Ling Household?
Lin Shisan frowned.
He had no dealings with the Ling Household. What were they doing here so early in the morning? And a whole group of them, at that?
Could it be because of what had happened with Ling Lei?
But this was Cold Moon Peak, with his beautiful master presiding over it. Even with a hundred times his courage, would Ling Lei dare come knocking to pick a fight?
Otherwise, wouldn't the Ling Household have come demanding justice a hundred times already?
Why wait until today to come demanding justice?
"The one leading them is called Ling Lei. There are also several Deacons and Attendants from the Ling Household."
"Also... there's a woman who says her surname is Long. She seems to have said she knows you, Martial Uncle."
Long?
Lin Shisan's heart lurched. Long Shuang'er?
That couldn't be right.
Hadn't Long Yan'er said that Long Shuang'er had taken her two older brothers far away to escape the Ling Household's harassment?
Why was she with the Ling Household again?
Or was it a coincidence, and she simply shared the same surname?
Filled with questions, Lin Shisan followed Qing'er briskly out of the Bamboo Grove and down the mountain path toward the gate.
Before reaching the gate, he spotted a group