Imperial Palace South Gate.
The young men from the Lin Clan were worried sick as they gazed upon the raging fire at the Mental Cultivation Hall. They were burning with a desire to rush in and help without regard for their own safety.
"Why hasn't my sister come out yet? Please don't let anything happen to her."
Su Ziqin was among them, rubbing his hands nervously, his face pale.
"They're out! It's my sister and Old Master!"
Lin Jinzhou climbed onto the roof of a nearby building for a better view and spotted the figures of an old man and two children, holding hands and walking slowly towards them with the sunset glow in the background.
"Sister!"
"Sister! Sister!"
South Palace Gate. In an instant, it was like a pot had erupted with excitement. The young men, not caring about appearances, waved their arms and called out to their sister. If it weren't for the Imperial Guards blocking them, they would have already rushed in.
Old Master's eyes twitched slightly.
