Xingyun Manor.
It was already midnight, but Long Xiaoyun had not gone to bed.
He looked at his wife, Lin Shiyin. "You had such an excellent Martial Arts Manuals. Why did you never tell me?!"
Their son was already ten, and he had been utterly devoted to Lin Shiyin. Even with the world's greatest beauty, Lin Xian'er, he had never let his gaze stray.
Why would Lin Shiyin treat him this way?
The Lianhua Treasure Manual-that was the legacy of all the supreme arts Wang Lianhua, that extraordinary figure of a generation, had mastered in his lifetime.
Had he learned it, after ten years, he would long since have reached Grandmaster Peak, or even become a Great Grandmaster.
Would he still need to rack his brains to improve his reputation in Jianghu? The people of Jianghu would already be singing his praises and looking up to him.
Seeing Lin Shiyin stubbornly refuse to speak, he softened his voice again. "I know it was meant for him, but he doesn't need it at all, and he wouldn't take it. You never intended to give it to him either, did you?"
"You could refuse to give it to me, but why wouldn't you give it to Xiaoyun?"
"If Xiaoyun learned these arts, he wouldn't have so much time to go out and play, and he wouldn't have been led astray."
"It's not too late. Bring out the Martial Arts Manuals, and I'll teach Xiaoyun properly. Wouldn't it be good for him to grow up into a great hero admired by everyone in Jianghu?"
Lin Shiyin asked in return, "Must he become a person of Jianghu? Can't we hire a tutor so he can study properly and earn scholarly honors?"
It was precisely because they had spoiled their son too much that Long