In the main hall of the villa.
The moment Lin Mu stepped inside, his brow twitched slightly. Several people were seated in the hall.
A man in his forties with a calm demeanor sat on the sofa. Though silent, he radiated an iron-willed aura, as did the two men beside him. Their eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and they sat as straight as javelins.
On the other side were Qin Luoli and Daoist Master Qing Yu, who appeared to be injured.
"You're back?"
Qin Luoli rose and walked toward Lin Mu. Her face was covered with a mask, but her eyes revealed a gentle smile. Her injuries had mostly healed, but scars still lingered on her face. The poison hadn't been fully purged either, leaving her skin dark and bereft of its once-famous beauty.
Lin Mu felt a pang of heartache. He took Qin Luoli's hand and said softly, "You've been through a lot."
Qin Luoli shook her head gently. "It wasn't hard."
