Inside the Lin Mansion.
Lin Shunhe was just as before: heavyset, with a smile on his face, his wealthy bearing carrying a faint trace of authority.
But if one looked closely, they would notice a faint, purple, floral pattern that occasionally flashed in his eyes.
The sound of footsteps—TAP, TAP—came from outside, and the purple pattern in Lin Shunhe's eyes quickly faded and vanished.
He looked up toward the entrance and saw a familiar figure slowly step into the main hall. It was Lin Hui, dressed in white with his Dual Swords on his back.
"What brings you here? I thought you'd be at your temple. Don't you usually spend this time in bitter cultivation?" Lin Shunhe asked his son, a bit surprised.
"It's been a while. I heard you were back, Dad, so I came to check on you. You weren't injured, were you?" Lin Hui asked, a flicker of doubt in his eyes as he looked at his father.
