Daoist Falling Snow did not answer Lin Feng.
She stood there in silence, her gaze following his departing figure until it disappeared beyond the distant courtyard doors.
A faint frown slowly formed, marring her otherwise ethereal beauty, her brows knitting together as if troubled by something she could not easily voice.
Only when he was completely gone did she let out a soft breath.
"You see, Sister Tang Aining…" she began, her voice low and edged with quiet displeasure, "he truly doesn't care about you at all."
She turned her head slightly, her cold eyes settling on Tang Aining.
"I have seen his kind countless times throughout the years. Men like him… they are all the same. Selfish, arrogant, and insatiable. They gather beautiful women around them as if collecting rare treasures, placing them at their side not as companions, but as ornaments to be admired and possessed."
Her lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.
