As soon as Lin Xiaotian arrived at his private chamber, the atmosphere around him returned to its usual calm.
The quiet courtyard outside the residence stood in sharp contrast to the noisy arena they had just left. Soft lantern light illuminated the interior hall while faint spiritual energy drifted peacefully through the air.
Yan Feng and Li Qingyun stood respectfully near the entrance.
Lin Xiaotian walked toward the central table and slowly sat down. He poured himself a cup of tea before finally looking at the two disciples.
"Sit."
His voice was calm but carried natural authority both Yan Feng and Li Qingyun immediately obeyed and sat down across from him.
For a moment, silence filled the room.
Then Lin Xiaotian's gaze slowly moved toward Li Qingyun and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Li Qingyun," he said calmly, "do you think there is something you should tell me?"
The words were not loud, yet they carried a quiet pressure Li Qingyun's body stiffened slightly.
