Urban All-Round Master

"By the way, what are your plans next?" Asura suddenly asked.

"What?"

Lin Zifeng, who was gobbling down his food, did not react at all.

"I mean, what are your plans next? You can’t just keep living like this forever. The people below the Holy Hall are all waiting for you."

Asura said seriously.

Currently, the relationship between the Ability Group and the Holy Hall is undeniably intertwined with flesh and blood. Given Lin Zifeng’s mindset, he definitely wouldn’t just stay here permanently. Sooner or later, he would step out, facing every force.

"Change." Lin Zifeng said casually, scooping the rice in the big bowl vigorously, as if he were consuming some rare ginseng instead of plain rice.

"Change!"

Asura was dumbfounded, unable to fathom the meaning of Lin Zifeng’s words. Then, frowning, he said, "What change?"

"Uh... I already told you. Figure it out yourself." With that, he had nearly finished his meal, gently placed the bowl down, and turned to walk toward the secret room.

"Wait a moment!"

Asura called out to him.

"Is there anything else?" Lin Zifeng asked helplessly as he turned back.

"Hey, I’m asking you a question here. Are you just going to brush it off like that?" Asura realized Lin Zifeng was just playing him.

Change? What change?

"I’ve already answered you. Change, of course." Lin Zifeng nodded seriously, smiled, and said, "From now on, we’ll just see how things change. The Holy Hall’s in such a state now; how could you expect me to resolve it? Of course, it’s about watching the changes."

"..."

Asura was speechless.

"Alright, Asura, I know in my heart how to handle this matter, so you don’t need to worry about it."

Lin Zifeng yawned with a smile.

"You..."

"Thank you for the meal. To be honest, the dishes you make are really tasty and delicious. If there’s another chance, I hope to eat your cooking again." With that, Lin Zifeng no longer paid attention to Asura and walked into the secret room alone, closing the door behind him.

"What... what do you mean by that!"

Asura rushed forward, but when the door of the secret room closed, he felt snubbed, almost causing his fiery temper to explode.

This guy is really too inconsiderate.

I brought him food out of kindness, hoping to care for him, and what did I get? Clearly, my good intentions were not appreciated.

"I swear, this is the last meal I will ever bring you! Don’t even think about it ever again. I absolutely won’t bring you food anymore. Hmph!"

After a fit of venting outside the secret room door, Asura was furious.

It made me feel like I was being unreasonable inside and out.

However, after the anger subsided, Asura realized that perhaps it was just him being overly sentimental?

Maybe the other person was just forcing a smile.

The Holy Hall had undergone such a significant event, yet he chose to come over and ask questions. If it had been himself, he would have been angry too.

...

After entering the secret room, the originally grinning face turned cold instantly.

Now that the Holy Hall was in such a miserable state, saying Lin Zifeng wasn’t anxious would be an outright lie. The most critical thing for him now was not external enemies, but rather how to comfort the hearts of those wounded in the Holy Hall.

A Qing Fu had died next to Beiming Yu, who had followed her for decades and died just like that. Although they were master and servant, their bond was like that of siblings.

Lin Zifeng could understand the emotions between them.

In the evening, after leaving the secret room, the first person Lin Zifeng sought was Beiming Yu.

At this moment, Beiming Yu was not in a good state of mind. She locked herself in her room, neither coming out nor eating or drinking, quietly cultivating alone.

This inevitably made Lin Zifeng a bit worried. If things continued this way, it would surely do no good for Beiming Yu.

"Knock knock knock..."

Lin Zifeng walked to Beiming Yu’s door and gently knocked on it.

"Come in!"

A weary voice from within the room, belonging to Beiming Yu, answered.

"Little follower, my mother hasn’t eaten or drank these past few days, what do we do? She won’t be in trouble, right."

Beiming Lan and Beiming Huang had been keeping vigil outside their mother’s door, not daring to enter. Over time, they couldn’t help but grow worried, fearing that something terrible might happen to their mother inside the room.

"Rest assured, leave it all to me. I will definitely restore to you a healthy mother." Lin Zifeng nodded. After all, the issue could be traced back to him.

If it weren’t for him, if it weren’t for the events of the Holy Hall, how would the Beiming Family find themselves in this situation?

Beiming Yu had indeed given too much and lost too much for the Holy Hall.

Now, the Beiming Mansion was essentially destroyed.

And so many people had died, a force cultivated over decades, evaporated in an instant. Lin Zifeng naturally understood this kind of feeling.

The bond between Qing Fu and Beiming Yu was just like his bond with Nangong Bing.

If Nangong Bing were ever to leave him, even if Lin Zifeng were alive, his heart might as well be dead.

"Sigh~" Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng felt embarrassed. If it weren’t for the affair of the Holy Hall, the Beiming Family wouldn’t have been implicated.

Upon entering the room, there were no lights, no flames.

The room was pitch dark, very cold, with not a bit of warmth. Upon pushing the door open, a blast of chilling wind greeted him, raising goosebumps all over Lin Zifeng.

I really don’t know how this woman has got through the past few days.

"You’re here?"

As Lin Zifeng just closed the door and stepped inside, Beiming Yu’s voice rang from the depths of the room.

Uh...

Lin Zifeng hesitated for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "I just came in, are you alright?"

"I won’t die. I’m still alive." Beiming Yu’s faint voice came from the room. The room remained unlit.

Since she didn’t want to light up, Lin Zifeng naturally wasn’t foolish enough to do it himself. Not eating for several days might have left Beiming Yu quite haggard.

Women always love beauty, and he didn’t wish to see Beiming Yu’s worst look right now.

"These past few days, you’ve been shutting yourself in the room. Have you considered your two daughters’ feelings?" Lin Zifeng didn’t mince words, directly expressing his innermost thoughts. Outside the room, Beiming Lan and Beiming Huang’s mood was currently terrible.

If Beiming Yu continued to shut herself in the room, she might not go crazy, but her two daughters might go mad first.

Though the two silly girls weren’t very mature before, after going through such a great ordeal, they would definitely mature, whether they were ready or not.

People: they grow through experiences!