At noon, on Paulownia Peak.
Lin Daoyan entered the infirmary with an expressionless face, approached Lin Yiru's sickbed, pursed his lips slightly, and gazed at his overly willful daughter.
"Master."
"Shh." Lin Daoyan stopped Zhu Wushang, who was about to rise and bow.
Lin Daoyan quietly brought a small stool and sat beside Lin Yiru's sickbed. He carefully observed his daughter's pale, delicate hands, now rough from fighting. The expressions on his face shifted like clouds.
After the loss of two beloved disciples, Lin Daoyan's educational philosophy had become incredibly extreme. For those he deemed incapable of achieving Martial Saint status, he advocated a laissez-faire approach to education. For those he believed had the aptitude to become Martial Saints, he was strict, offering vigorous training after assessment.
