Chapter 82: Saint Grade Manual.
Lin Zhaoyue’s arms tightened around him in a sudden embrace, her lips pressing briefly to his cheek in a soft, startling kiss before she pulled back, flushed and triumphant.
"I’ll return to the Lin family estate for now," she whispered, eyes gleaming. "But remember... I’m your first wife."
With a final, mischievous smile, she folded her legs beneath her and drifted upward on a wave of qi, vanishing into the treetops before Fang Yuan could even catch his breath.
He stood rooted for a heartbeat, then glanced down at the hairpin and spatial ring still clutched in his hand.
"Wait a minute..."
He opened his mouth to give chase then shook his head with a wry curl of his lips.
Slipping back into the forest’s edge, he concealed his aura and wove through the innocent bustle of passersby until he arrived at a humble inn lit by paper lanterns.
Inside, the warm glow of oil lamps and the chatter of diners welcomed him like a spring breeze.
He paused by a worn wooden table, then sank onto the bench and beckoned the innkeeper. "Pork stew, four bowls, if you please."
As the first bowl arrived, guests stole curious glances, muttering behind cupped hands.
"Who is that man, ordering four bowls at once?"
"Must be flush with cash."