The sky was turning pale and the fog was dissipating, leaving only wisps like cotton fluff floating in the air.
Lin Hui stood on the roof of Qingfeng Temple with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the disciples below as they began to remove the barricades. His gaze shifted, landing on the room where Tao Xuehai and his sister were staying.
'Something terrible must have happened to the Tao Family. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to entrust their children to me. It's so bad they even need to change their faces and names. Where will they go from here…'
Sometimes, Lin Hui couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy. The world was a murky, chaotic place, as inscrutable as the starry cosmos. A person lives in this world, but what they want to do, what they *can* do—no one truly knows.
