At dawn, a man, nearly dead, was found in the martial arts school's outhouse. Before his strength gave out, he wrote five characters on the ground.
The next morning, Lin Ye was already in Caotou Mountain.
The next day, before noon, Lin Ye was already on a stretcher, lying there looking at the sky, enjoying the lingering wind blowing through the grass.
Prefect Jin Shengwang walked beside the stretcher, glancing at Lin Ye every now and then. He was somewhat skeptical that this man was only fourteen.
But he also knew that a man like Lin Ye wouldn't lie; if he said he was fourteen, he must be fourteen.
As for why a fourteen-year-old would have the mind of someone who was probably forty, that could probably be attributed to the injustice of fate.
Yesterday morning, Prefect Jin Shengwang
