Being stared at by He Xiaofei and Zhong Ling, Lin Tian could only smile wryly and ambiguously say, "I know a bit of dicine, helped out a bit with treating illnesses, and in the course, Yun Xiaotian and I beca good friends."
"dicine?" He Xiaofei was taken aback for a mont, then recalled the acupuncture Lin Tian perford at the martial arts gym, and she sowhat believed his words. However, she knew that Lin Tian’s relationship with the Yun Family wasn’t just that simple.
But, being a smart girl, she knew so questions shouldn’t be probed too deeply, enough was enough, otherwise, it could beco annoying.
He Xiaofei didn’t pursue the topic further, just looked at Lin Tian with her beautiful eyes, her gaze flickering as if trying to discern sothing from him, or perhaps she was lost in thought.
Xiao Manxuan exchanged a glance with Lin Tian, and both breathed a sigh of relief. Actually, Xiao Manxuan too didn’t want to overly expose her identity; she wanted true friends, not wanting their "identity" to beco an obstacle.
Though true friends shouldn’t care about identity, only those with high philosophical realms could achieve that; being ordinary people, no matter how indifferent they are to identity, there will always be so psychological knot.
Lin Tian considered himself free-spirited and uninhibited, but sotis couldn’t avoid being conventional. Even the immortals in the heavens might find it difficult.
Just as they wrapped up the topic, Yun Xiaotian ca running back, his face beaming with joy.
"Xiao Tian, what’s making you so happy?" Lin Tian asked curiously.
Yun Xiaotian approached and said with a smile, "I found Mom. Every ti she accompanies Dad to Yunquan Villa, she finds a quiet place to read. This ti she went to the book pavilion. Really can’t do anything about her. Mom is waiting for you at the book pavilion—I can take you there."
Lin Tian found it amusing. Wang Wanxi, as the mistress of the Yun Family, should be entertaining other families with the master, but who knew she’d sneak off to read. Yun Haoyu probably felt helpless; it’s just his good temper. If it were other n, they’d probably get mad, but facing Wang Wanxi, an Innate Expert, they’d have to think twice about it.
"Xuanxuan, I’m going to check on Aunt Wang with Xiaotian. You and Xiaofei, Zhong Ling, sit for a while—I’ll be back soon," Lin Tian instructed Xiao Manxuan, thinking for a bit and adding, "By the way, there are many rich young n at the party; you three beauties should be a bit careful."
"Who’s afraid of whom? If anyone dares to bother , it’s their bad luck," Xiao Manxuan huffed cutely, looking feisty.
Thinking of her having Little Zi, ordinary people wouldn’t get the upper hand. Lin Tian was reassured, actually, anyone angering the little girl would have to fend for themselves.
Lin Tian and Yun Xiaotian walked towards the back of the hall, where there was an exit leading to corridors and stone paths. Lin Tian noticed that ancient architectural complexes liked to use bluestone for pavents—perhaps because bluestone was both quaint and durable, primarily harmonizing with the surrounding environnt.
The area was surrounded by artificial hills and running water, ancient trees, and floral scents. Walking on the stone paths felt like traversing ancient tis—the designer of Yunquan Villa was indeed extraordinary.
The two kept walking to the back, where it got quieter. From afar, Lin Tian saw a small pavilion with only three floors, much simpler compared to the previous hotel buildings.
However, Lin Tian recalled a poem: "A mountain is not famous for its height but for having an immortal; water is not spiritual for its depth but for having a dragon. This modest room is extraordinary due to my virtue and grace."
Though the pavilion was simple, it was made distinctive by the presence of Wang Wanxi, an Innate Expert.
"We’re already at the back of Yunquan Villa. It’s quiet here, so Mom asked to build a book pavilion here," Yun Xiaotian explained as they arrived at the pavilion.
Actually, he didn’t need to say it; Lin Tian already figured it out. Beyond the pavilion was a forest—the foot of the hill, beyond the villa’s boundaries.
The two stepped into the pavilion, climbed the stairs all the way to the third floor, and opened the ajar door. Lin Tian saw a white figure standing by the window.
As Lin Tian opened the door, the white figure slowly turned around—it was still the familiar, beautiful face of Wang Wanxi, yet Lin Tian faintly sensed sothing different.
Aunt Wang looked younger, her skin glowing as if brimming with spiritual energy; her aura beca more ethereal, increasingly resembling a goddess in the heavens.
"Xiaotian, I saw surprise in your eyes," Wang Wanxi unexpectedly smiled mischievously, like a gentle young girl, her jet-black eyes sparkled brightly.
Lin Tian was shaken inside and said, "Aunt Wang, your strength...?"
He sensed that compared to their last eting, Wang Wanxi’s power had significantly surged!
Wang Wanxi smiled gently, her smile maintaining that teenage pureness: "I’ve advanced to Mid Innate."
With a "crack," Lin Tian, shocked, lost control over his strength and broke a piece of wooden floorboard!
"Xiaotian, though my pavilion is plain, you’ll have to help rebuild it if you break it," Wang Wanxi laughed charmingly, joking with Lin Tian.
Lin Tian chuckled bitterly, slightly shaking his head, saying, "Aunt Wang, this is beyond my expectations. I didn’t expect your strength to grow so rapidly. How many days have we not seen each other? Just over a month—the speed in the Ancient Martial World is indeed a millennial anomaly!"
Wang Wanxi’s smile slowly faded, revealing a reminiscence, but her smile quickly returned. She calmly stated, "Not a month, but twenty years."
Twenty years? Lin Tian was montarily stunned, then understood. Because of the issue with her eldest son, Yun Tian, Wang Wanxi’s level had stagnated for twenty years, but she never gave up during those twenty years—a twenty-year accumulation.
Looking at thoughtful Lin Tian, Wang Wanxi’s eyes surged with fighting spirit. Although small, Lin Tian keenly sensed it.
"Shall we compete to the back mountain once more?" Wang Wanxi smiled.
Lin Tian raised his sword-like eyebrows and smiled as well: "Ladies first; I’ll let Aunt Wang run ahead."
"You brat, implying indirectly that Aunt Wang is old, isn’t it?" Wang Wanxi glared at Lin Tian, pretending to be angry.
"No way, Aunt Wang is forever young, eternally youthful," Lin Tian said, sincerely.
It wouldn’t be surprising if soone mistook Wang Wanxi on the street as being in her twenties. At this ti, the vitality radiating from Wang Wanxi was far more vigorous than ordinary people.
"Your sweet-talking skills have improved again; let’s see if your speed has increased as much!" Wang Wanxi laughed. As soon as she finished speaking, she leaped up, floating out the window, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
"Xiaotian, wait a mont; I’ll exchange a few moves with Aunt Wang," Lin Tian laughed heartily and also leapt out the window.
Yun Xiaotian sat down helplessly; he hadn’t even had the chance to say a word before the two dashed off.
Lin Tian jumped out the window, did not pause, and dashed towards the rear mountain. Facing Wang Wanxi, who was now Mid Innate, Lin Tian could no longer handle it as easily as before.
He chased sternly for two minutes before seeing the white figure ahead; with Lin Tian’s speed, how far could he sprint in two minutes?
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