The two children fell silent at the same time...
This final choice meant accepting Lin Hui's protection and living a safe and peaceful life—a short life, less than a hundred years long.
"Think about it carefully. Combat and killing are cruel. The victor lives, the vanquished dies—there are no exceptions. Perhaps living out one's life as an ordinary, peaceful person is also a good thing."
Lin Hui said seriously.
Leaving the courtyard, he saw a figure eavesdropping outside.
It was Weiwei.
She rarely came here, perhaps to avoid seeing too many familiar faces. This was especially true after Tuyue and the Qingfeng Daoist Disciples arrived; she visited even less then.
Even Lin Hui hadn't seen her in many years.
Weiwei had clearly matured a lot.
After more than ten years, the fine lines of time had begun to trace themselves upon her once-youthful and beautiful face.
She now stood outside the gate in the black attire of a Martial Artist, a dazed look on her face.
