Ling Tianyu drove slowly to a private garden where the Fourth Evil of Northern Sea resided, a place that was in no way inferior to Pear Orchard, perhaps even surpassing it.
Looking at the garden full of colorful flowers and brimming with sweet fragrances, it was a stark contrast to the noisy city, and incredibly peaceful.
Ling Tianyu leaned on the car door, lit a cigarette, and straightened his clothes. The wound still throbbed faintly; the previous injuries had not yet healed, and new ones had been added on top. Anyone else would have been in tears from the pain by now.
But he did not shed a tear.
Perhaps tears only came when he missed his loved ones.
Ling Tianyu exhaled a plume of smoke and walked inside; the gate was not closed but wide open.