On Shuangmu Island, Lin Shiming once again relished the rare tranquility.
Usually, on Thousand Wood Peak, he'd gaze at the peach blossoms, accompanied by little Zeying, savoring Spiritual Tea.
At sunrise, he'd watch the early sun ascend from the peak, and at such times, it seemed as if a wisp of purple energy traveled from the east, seeping into Zeying's form.
This peculiar occurrence could only belong to his Purple Yang Spiritual Body.
There was no such phenomenon at sunset, but Lin Shiming would still take Zeying to watch the surging tides.
The little one would giggle at every splash against the rocks, waving tiny hands in amusement.
Unlike Lin Shiming's leisure, the Lin Family was bustling with activity; save for those who truly met the conditions for enlightenment, none were permitted to enter seclusion.
