The words struck deep.
Like a verdict passed upon a fallen idol.
At that moment, all eyes instinctively turned.
Lin Feng was already walking away.
Unhurried.
Unbothered.
His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture straight and composed, as if everything that had just transpired was nothing more than a trivial matter.
Each step he took was steady, calm… carrying an air of quiet authority.
Like a sage who had descended, revealed the truth…
…and left without seeking recognition.
The sunlight seemed to stretch his shadow long across the ground, making his figure appear even more distant, more untouchable.
No one dared to stop him.
No one dared to speak to him.
Behind him…
Chaos.
Shattered faith.
Broken admiration.
And a man frozen in place, drowning in humiliation.
And yet, Lin Feng never once looked back.
He stepped into Ling Lan's restaurant, and immediately the warm, bustling atmosphere greeted him.
"Mentor Lin Feng!"
"Young Master Lin Feng!"
