Lin Fei directly transmitted his voice through the Sword Canon, instructing a contact in the Golden Holy See to transfer exactly one hundred thousand in funds to Lin You's account. He would not give any more; he was waiting for Lin You to run out of money and humbly seek him out again. Such opportunities were rare.
At this thought, a hint of gentleness appeared in Lin Fei's eyes. The nerves he had kept tense all the time could finally relax slightly.
Perhaps this was the only bit of joy in his life now. Other than that, he was constantly moving forward, wanting to see what the peak really was. This required not only talent and luck but also persistent determination.
The spiritual shock from reviving Ning Que made him feel as though his decades of memories were becoming increasingly blurry. Only the image of his sister Lin You was clearest, followed by his parents and other relatives such as Jiang Nan.
