Despite the lack of sleep, Lin Feng was brimming with excitement, eager to face whatever challenges the new day would bring.

His stamina was simply monstrous.

In fact, he was confident that if he truly wanted to, his body could make love to a woman for a trillion years straight without ever needing to stop.

Back in the chamber, the five women who had watched everything were still quietly recovering from the heated scene they had witnessed.

Their bodies felt hot and restless, their thoughts repeatedly replaying the raw, dominant way Lin Feng had taken Li Yuhua again and again until morning came. None of them could shake the images from their minds so easily.

Lin Feng arrived at his class as usual, his expression calm and composed, as though nothing in the world could disturb his routine.

His lesson proceeded smoothly, his voice steady and unhurried as he guided his students through their studies.

Not a single moment was wasted, nor a single movement out of place.

When the clock struck noon, he dismissed them precisely on time.

"Class dismissed."

The students quickly gathered their things, some casting lingering glances at him before leaving.

Ever since the recent events, their respect and bordering on reverence had only grown.

To them, Lin Feng was no longer just a mentor, but a figure surrounded by mystery and influence.

Normally, this would be the moment he headed off to lunch, following the same disciplined schedule he kept every day.

But today, that routine was interrupted.

A sudden commotion rose from outside, loud enough to draw the attention of not only the students but half the academy.

"Look! It’s another flying boat!"

"That has to be for Mentor Lin Feng again!"

"At this point, we don’t even need to guess. Flying boats used to be a rare sight in Clear Moon City, but now it feels like they show up every other day!"

The crowd buzzed with excitement, their voices overlapping as they pointed toward the sky.

Heads turned, conversations halted, and even those who had already left the academy grounds stopped in their tracks.

High above, a massive flying boat descended through the clouds, its shadow sweeping across the buildings below.

It moved with a steady, imposing presence, its craftsmanship clearly far beyond anything commonly seen in the city.

Without hesitation, it headed straight for the Spirit Spring Academy.

Lin Feng stood where he was, unmoving, his gaze lifting slightly as he watched its approach.

There was no surprise in his eyes... only a quiet, almost indifferent acknowledgment.

Moments later, the flying boat landed before him with a low, resonant hum.

Dust stirred in the air as the vessel settled, its presence alone enough to silence the surrounding noise for a brief moment.

Then, the hatch slowly opened.

From within, an old man stepped out.

At first glance, his attire suggested status... fine robes, carefully maintained, the kind worn by someone of considerable standing.

But the moment he took his first step, that image faltered.

His legs trembled violently, as though they could give out at any second.

Each step he took was uneven, almost awkward, forcing him to rely on sheer determination just to move forward.

His hands shook uncontrollably, fingers curling and uncurling as if trying to grasp something that wasn’t there.

Even his breathing was unsteady, coming in shallow, uneven bursts.

He looked... terrified.

Not the kind of fear one could easily hide, but the kind that seeped into every movement, every breath, every glance.

A murmur spread through the onlookers.

"Who is that...?"

"He looks like someone important, but why does he seem so scared?"

"Did something happen?"

The old man heard none of it or perhaps he simply couldn’t afford to care.

His eyes were locked onto a single figure.

Lin Feng.

Despite the fear gripping his entire body, he forced himself forward, step by trembling step, as though turning back was not an option he was allowed to consider.

Sweat had already begun to form along his brow, and his lips pressed tightly together as if he were holding back something... panic, perhaps, or dread.

Yet even so, he continued.

Because whatever task he had been given... it was something he had no choice but to complete.

"Young Master Lin Feng..." the old man began, his voice unsteady despite his effort to maintain composure.

His hands were clasped tightly in front of him, as if that alone could stop their trembling. "I... I am but a lowly servant of the Medicine Pavilion. I have been entrusted with delivering an important message. If it pleases you... may I invite you to board the flying boat so we may speak in private?"

Even as he spoke, his eyes flickered nervously, unable to meet Lin Feng’s gaze for more than a heartbeat.

It was obvious he would rather be anywhere else than standing here.

Lin Feng, however, remained where he was, unmoved.

"There’s no need for that," he replied calmly. "Whatever it is, say it here."

His tone was neither harsh nor gentle... simply indifferent.

Yet that indifference only made the pressure on the old man feel heavier.

A ripple passed through the gathered crowd. The onlookers leaned in, curiosity burning in their eyes.

Whatever this was, it clearly wasn’t something trivial.

The old man swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly.

For a brief moment, he hesitated, his lips parting slightly before closing again.

His mind raced, weighing the consequences of speaking against the impossibility of remaining silent.

If I say it... I might die.

If I don’t... I will definitely die.

Caught between two fates, he could only choose the one that at least gave him a sliver of hope.

He drew in a shaky breath, then forced the words out.

"The Medicine Pavilion... is condemning your actions regarding Bai Lian," he said, each word slower than the last.

"The healing you performed on her... was not authorized by the Pavilion."

A collective gasp echoed faintly among the crowd.

Unauthorized healing?