Another sleepless night had passed, yet neither Lian Shouxin nor Wu Lang had returned.
Lian Lanlan stayed up until her eyes were bloodshot; she couldn't bring herself to eat breakfast, and knelt in front of Old Master Lian, crying as if her life depended on it. She murmured with slight complaints. Old Master Lian was also somewhat uneasy but remained composed.
"I'm sure they sent everyone out; it's been said that without a fixed location, it's hard to find people. You haven't traveled far, and don't understand the difficulties of journeying out," Old Master Lian told Lian Lanlan. "Don't let your thoughts wander; I know what kind of people Old Fourth's group is like. This must be due to some unforeseen delay."
The reputation of a person is like the shadow of a tree. Old Master Lian understood the character and disposition of his sons and grandsons.
