No one could believe in anyone but themselves. One could seek help, but depend on no one, except oneself. Lin Suqing had understood this early on, and from then on, he no longer felt lonely. Perhaps.
There are a thousand and one unavoidable circumstances in the world, and to be unable to avoid them was Lin Suqing's fate. Perhaps.
"Let's go! Let's go in and ask what's happening!" Students were heard trying to break into the Purple Water Pavilion one after another, followed by several screams, and then angry questions shouted at the top of their lungs.
Listeners heard the wind and assumed they had seen the rain; now they were more firmly convinced of their own speculation—that the mortal Lin Suqing was problematic, that the mortal Lin Suqing who extinguished the ever-lasting lamp of Tianrui Institute was colluding with the Demon Realm, that the mortal Lin Suqing who infiltrated the Sanqing Ruins was a Demon Realm insider.
"Lin Suqing! Come out!"
