The most anticipated day of the tournament had finally arrived, and Lin Yichen couldn't sleep for long, so he quickly woke up in the first light.
It was a fresh new day and the journey to achieve his most yearning wish starts from that day onwards.
Young Yichen was spirited by it. Lord Guotin was too unable to rest that he woke up early and sat on the lad's shoulder. He too was excitedly looking forward to the tournament.
After all, he and his disciples had worked so hard for it.
While Yichen was on the front lawn basking in the fresh early morning breeze, Lin Zhang paced faster to where he was.
There, he saw his only son, vibrant and lively.
Upon seeing his father, Yichen turned to him and smiled in charms: "Father."
'Looks like Yichen wasn't able to sleep long that he woke up so early.'
Lin Zhang guessed as he saw his son's enlivened face.
