"To be honest, even now, I do not fully understand the limits of my own strength. Every day, I discover something new. A new layer. A new depth." Lin Feng shook his head lightly, as if even he found it troublesome.
The three women were stunned.
Especially Li Zhiyan.
"Hidden Crane Falls…" she repeated inwardly, engraving the name into her memory as though carving it in stone.
She and her clan had long suspected something far more complicated. They had assumed Lin Feng must be living under a hidden identity.
That he was the young master of some reclusive ancient clan that had sealed itself away from the mortal realm. That he had been sent out to temper himself.
That was the only explanation that made sense for his sudden rise.
Yet the story he told was absurdly simple.
No ancient lineage.
No secret master.
No hidden agenda.
Just a glowing rock beneath a waterfall.
And yet…
