Liu Shenglan walked over resignedly and stroked her daughter's back. Looking toward the courtyard entrance, she saw Lin Hui's tall figure slowly walk in.
Lin Hui had grown taller again, now standing at 1.9 meters. While that was considered tall in the surrounding towns, among Martial Artists, it was merely average.
"Father, Mother, I'm back to see Xiaoliu." Lin Hui's black hair cascaded down, his features having grown softer and more harmonious from his long years of cultivation.
In terms of looks alone, he was no longer as plain and unnoticeable as he used to be.
"It's good you're back," Lin Shunhe grumbled. "Your mother was just talking about you the other day. All you ever think about is cultivating. You've already come this far, what more is there to train?"
Lin Hui just smiled, not saying anything in response.
In his family's eyes, he had already achieved Inner Power Perfection, the absolute limit for a Martial Artist from the Outer City.
