The 15th.
The gardens of the Qingfeng Temple manor.
Lin Hui held an unfurled sheet of pale yellow letter paper in one hand, reading it carefully.
'I've run into a situation. Someone tried to arrange a marriage for me again, but I refused them. I used your token, which might attract some troublemakers, so please be careful. Other than that, I'm fine. If you need anything, just send a letter. I'll come over for a short visit to help you deal with the pressure from your family.' —Han Xiaoyue.
It was a letter from the Inner City, delivered just this morning. Lin Hui had only just started reading it after finishing his sword practice. He wasn't concerned about the potential situation Han Xiaoyue had mentioned.
The letter served as a reminder, though: it was time to deal with things back home.
Otherwise, he might not have the peace of mind to focus on his cultivation in the future.
