Morning light spread across the Zhao Family estate like flowing silver.
Every pavilion, every courtyard, and each stone path seemed to reflect a deep sense of ancient order. White-haired disciples moved with disciplined silence, their robes spotless, their bearing impeccably upright. No one heard any idle chatter here, nor did they see any unnecessary movement.
This place was more than just a family residence.
It felt like a clan truly entrusted by Heaven itself.
Lin Yi walked along behind Zhao Yuexin as she led them down a wide avenue. Spirit trees lined the path, their leaves shimmering with a faint, visible frost energy.
Her long white hair swayed gently as she moved, her pace steady, neither too fast nor too slow.
"You caused quite a stir yesterday," she remarked, not bothering to turn around.
