'In their eyes... the Qingfeng Sword has its limits. The entry level of the Inner Power Realm is its ceiling. A pity. In my eyes, the Qingfeng Sword has no limits...'
Lin Hui sighed internally.
'In the end, safety is something you have to secure for yourself. You can't rely on others.'
He closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, and tried to sleep, but he felt restless and couldn't drift off.
After tossing and turning for a while, he finally got out of bed, picked up his sword, and practiced a set of the Qingfeng Swordsmanship. Only then did he feel comfortable enough to fall right asleep.
The next morning.
Lin Hui had just gotten out of bed when he saw a young girl, maybe thirteen or fourteen, with her hair in buns. She was wearing a light blue, long dress with centipede-style buttons and was waiting in the small courtyard outside his bedroom.
