Gu Qianfan spent the entire evening at the hotel, pondering for a long time. He couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong, why Lin Xiao had so easily discovered the secret of the Cold Jade while he knew nothing.
As for why he was contemplating in the hotel instead of studying the Cold Jade.
There was nothing he could do, as the Cold Jade was still in Lin Xiao's possession.
When he returned and heard Gu Nianci say that Han Yu had agreed to give Lin Xiao ten days to half a month, his expression had startled Gu Nianci and Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng, who had been planning to visit the Lin family's old mansion to search for clues in the coming days, returned to the Gu family that very night.
He would go to Sha City after the ancestor returned!
Gu Qianfan stood by the window, carefully recalling the aura he had sensed from Lin Xiao.
That familiar aura, so much so that it almost drove him mad.
Divine Realm!
Thirty years!
How could he not care?
He could vaguely sense that his life, at most ten years, was nearing its end. However, the greatest obsession of his life remained unresolved.
Ten years seemed like a very, very long time… but he had already lived through three decades. In these three decades, his cultivation had not improved at all; he had merely accumulated true qi.
It wasn't just him; everyone else was the same.
They were all top-tier Heavenly Rankings experts, but this Heavenly Ranking seemed ridiculously laughable in their eyes.
Without reaching the Divine Realm, how could one talk about the Heavenly Ranking?
"Lin Xiao..."
He muttered to himself, and when he uttered Lin Xiao's name, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.
...
After Xun Er and Luo Bing entered the kindergarten, Lin Xiao came to the breakfast shop, greeted the owner, paid for their breakfast without a hitch, and then sat beside Elder Zhao.
"Everyone… you're quite early?"
Lin Xiao casually ordered a bowl of beef noodles. Martial artists inherently needed to replenish a massive amount of nutrition daily. Otherwise, with their high-intensity training, especially for external martial arts, insufficient intake would be unbearable for the body.
Only those who had cultivated both internal and external arts to near perfection required slightly less.
It was normal for them to eat four or five bowls of breakfast each.
"Mr. Lin, you jest."
Zhao Yuanchao wiped the oilstains from the corner of his mouth with a tissue. "We old fellows are long accustomed to sleeping and waking early. We were just out for a walk this morning, enjoying the scenery of Sha City, and ended up here together."
"What a coincidence."
Lin Xiao said with a smile, glancing at them.
Who would believe that?
Under Lin Xiao's gaze, these individuals, who were shrewd and experienced, felt their faces growing hot.
Everyone was actually much like Gu Qianfan.
Late at night, not many could sleep—except for Zhao Yuanchao.
After so many years, their long-held wish finally saw a glimmer of hope, how could they possibly sleep?
In the morning, everyone left their homes early and headed towards Lin Xiao's place.
And then…
From a distance, they watched Lin Xiao prepare to send his children to kindergarten.
They had arrived here in advance to wait.
"Lin Xiao, we wonder how your recovery is progressing?"
Ximen Huanyan put down his chopsticks and asked impatiently.
"Can't you feel it yourself? Asking the obvious," Beitang Li said, annoyed.
"Cough cough…"
Ximen Huanyan coughed awkwardly. Why did this fellow always like to expose things? Who didn't know Lin Xiao had recovered?