The day after Lin Shigong's breakthrough, which was also the last day of the thirtieth, Lin Shiji came out of seclusion, walking out of the courtyard.
Lin Shiji's face was full of disappointment, despondent, and his already aged visage became even more weathered.
"I'm old now, perhaps this is fate!" Lin Shiji muttered to himself in his heart.
Lin Shikang, who had been waiting outside all this time, approached Lin Shiji with a look of sympathy and comforted him,
"Little brother, you have done your best. Take a good rest for a while, the Enforcement Hall now has young people to support it, you don't have to work too hard!"
Lin Shiji nodded. Before secluding himself, he had felt that hope was slim, but he still wanted to try one last time, just in case he succeeded! After all, no one wants to stop making progress.
"Elder brother, did the ninth and twelfth brothers succeed?"
