Lu Chang'sheng never expected his teacher would run into such a predicament, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Disciples can never compare to blood relatives.
He had no intention of getting involved.
To be fair, that was really Lin Family business.
That evening, Lu Chang'sheng arrived at Guilan Institute. As soon as he reached the courtyard where his teacher was recuperating, he heard a reproachful voice from inside.
A moment later, a female cultivator with her hair tied in a topknot walked out. When she saw Lu Chang'sheng, a hint of displeasure flickered in her eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, you haven't come here in so long—I was starting to think you'd cut ties with the Lin Family!"
"I've been busy with alchemy lately."
Lu Chang'sheng replied coolly.
He hadn't seen her in over half a year. The young girl had grown into a woman in some ways, but to Lu Chang'sheng, not only had she failed to become more composed—instead, she seemed more irritable and prickly than before.
