Noticing Elder Puzhu's gaze on him, Lin Yun smiled faintly. "Is something wrong, Elder Puzhu?"
"Haha, it's nothing," Puzhu replied with a smile. "I was just wondering what you've been through. A person's cultivation speed is determined by their innate talent, but their character must be forged through hardship."
"Forged through hardship? Perhaps," Lin Yun murmured, his gaze drifting to the distant horizon as he heard Puzhu's words.
While Lin Yun and Puzhu were talking, the four disciples who had just left Lin Yun were taken directly to Chang Jing's residence by his men.
Seeing Chang Jing's grim expression, the four of them dropped to their knees with a THUD the moment they entered the main hall. They began explaining frantically, "Senior Brother Chang Jing, you have to believe us! We didn't say anything to Lin Yun, and we never thought of betraying you, Senior Brother Chang Jing."
