Lin Feilu was very curious about this arena, so Yan Xin pointed out the Masters that she recognised.

After a while, something suddenly tugged Yan Xin’s cuff off her sleeve slightly.

She turned her head and saw Lin Ting wrap the peeled sunflower seeds in a clean blue handkerchief and hand them over.

The plump and crispy sunflower seeds lay on the handkerchief in his palm as the four corners of the handkerchief hung down and fluttered slightly in the wind.

He said warmly, “Eat it like this.”

The spring sun had just emerged from the clouds, but a thousand miles of the clear sky seemed to be reflected in his eyes— clearly and warmly.

Yan Xin began to feel her ears heat up again as she silently took them. She looked at his fingers and said, “Thank you.”

Lin Ting smiled, “You’re welcome.”

The sun gradually shrouded this crowded training ground. After standing for a long time, many people felt restless in their hearts, and everyone started fidgeting out of discomfort and impatience.

Just when Lin Feilu thought a fight was about to start, the closed door of the Lu family suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man with a domineering aura walked out.

Yan Xin tilted her head and spoke in a slow, calm voice, “This is the current head of the Lu family.”

As soon as the Patriarch of the Lu family appeared, the surrounding people immediately became visibly angry. Soon, they all scolded and cussed the Lu family for treachery and despicableness.

Patriarch Lu didn’t retort, and he let the crowd continue their criticisms. His eyes swept over the people present, and when their voices gradually faded, he bellowed, “Everyone, Lu Mou knows what you are talking about today, and this is indeed a Lu family’s affair. A certain child of the Lu’s failed to live up to the gallant hero Jimo’s trust, and as I am deeply ashamed, I have already punished the sinner. However, you should also know that the child has only learned the first style of the Jimo Sword Manual and will never use this trick again in his life. Today, Lu Mou will hand over the Jimo Sword Manual in front of everyone.”

There was a commotion stirring beneath.

The Lu family was admitting to it that easily, making it a waste of the speeches that everyone had prepared beforehand had he relented.

But since the Lu family said they would hand it over, those who were bound to win the Jimo Sword Manual immediately stood up.

All of them were well-known and decent people with great names amidst the martial world, as everyone felt they were the best candidates to be the ‘custodian’ of the Jimo Sword Manual. There were long-winded discussions and those who desired a martial competition to be held, causing chaos to unfold at the scene.

Lin Feilu looked at the commotion and didn’t find it all that interesting.

What’s the difference between this and the brawl for the throne?

They were all greedy for profit, fighting left and right without mercy for the one thing everyone wanted.

She turned to look at Lin Ting, wondering if it was because of the sunlight that made him a little pale. His thick eyelashes were drawn down, and he seemed to look around absent-mindedly.

Yan Xin stood between them and saw Lin Feilu’s worried eyes, so she also turned to look at Lin Ting.

He seemed distracted, and his gentle eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his past smile gone with the wind.

Yan Xin suddenly wanted to reach out and help him smoothen out his brows.

She pinched his fingers, leaned over, and asked concernedly, “Are you feeling unwell?”