Lin Wanqing, like a nimble night cat, silently returned to her residence, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility under the night sky. She gently closed the door, her movements as soft as if she were caring for a rare treasure, then lay quietly on the soft bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, while her thoughts had already drifted far away.
She secretly rejoiced in her heart, grateful that she was not Liu Guihua and had not made the decision to expel Shi Feiyang from Changsheng Castle. Otherwise, she could hardly imagine how catastrophic it would have been, with losses beyond estimation.
The rapid development and aggressive expansion of the Heroic Sakura Association, founded single-handedly by Shi Feiyang, was truly astonishing. In just a few months, the number of disciples had exceeded ten thousand, and this vigorous growth made Lin Wanqing feel a surge of emotions.
