## **Chapter 382 — The Father Who Finally Noticed**
Three days later, the Young Master's father returned.
Lord Wei of the Northern Meridian.
A cultivator whose name alone could freeze sect councils into silence.
He found his son kneeling in the same courtyard.
Not restrained.
Not injured.
Just… diminished.
> **Lord Wei:** "Who did this?"
The young master answered after a long pause.
> "I don't know."
That unsettled him more than any name could have.
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## **Chapter 383 — Investigation Without Footprints**
Lord Wei personally examined the estate formations.
He found no damage.
No forced entry.
No shattered arrays.
Only one anomaly—
Every defensive formation had willingly dimmed.
Not broken.
Yielded.
He stood in the chamber where Su Qinglan had been kept.
The air was balanced.
Too balanced.
As if something had realigned the axis of the room itself.
For the first time in decades—
Lord Wei felt cautious.
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## **Chapter 384 — A Visit Without Hostility**
He came to the city without banners.
Without guards.
Yang Lin was repairing a wooden fence.
Lord Wei stopped three steps away.
> **Lord Wei:** "You visited my estate."
> **Yang Lin:** "Yes."
No denial.
No hostility.
Just acknowledgment.
> **Lord Wei:** "You spared my son."
> **Yang Lin:** "He wasn't worth killing."
The words were calm.
Which made them honest.
Lord Wei studied him.
He could not sense depth.
He could not sense limits.
He sensed… containment.
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## **Chapter 385 — The Question of Measure**
> **Lord Wei:** "If I had come in anger?"
Yang Lin finished tying the rope around the fence post.
> **Yang Lin:** "You didn't."
Silence stretched.
Wind passed between them.
Lord Wei understood something crucial—
This man was not suppressing power.
He was choosing not to apply it.
That difference was vast.
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## **Chapter 386 — Su Qinglan's Decision**
That evening, Su Qinglan spoke first.
> **Su Qinglan:** "You could have erased them."
> **Yang Lin:** "Yes."
> **Su Qinglan:** "Why didn't you?"
He looked at her carefully.
> **Yang Lin:** "Because you weren't afraid."
She understood.
If she had been terrified…
If harm had truly touched her…
The outcome would not have resembled mercy.
Her strength shaped his restraint.
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## **Chapter 387 — The Rumor Evolves**
In distant sects, whispers changed tone.
Not "Who attacked Lord Wei's estate?"
But—
"Who walked through it untouched?"
Names were proposed.
Ancient hermits.
Hidden ancestors.
Reclusive sovereigns.
None fit.
Because none lived in a mortal city repairing fences.
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## **Chapter 388 — The Shift in Power**
The Young Master began training again.
Not from pride.
From awareness.
The certainty of invulnerability never returned.
And because of that—
He improved.
The region stabilized.
Smaller tyrants grew cautious.
Oppression decreased.
Not from fear of death.
But fear of correction.
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## **Chapter 389 — A Conversation Under Lantern Light**
Mu Ruyan finally asked what she had held back.
> **Mu Ruyan:** "If someone stronger comes?"
Yang Lin considered.
> **Yang Lin:** "Then we'll see what they value."
She did not understand fully.
But she felt reassured.
Because his confidence was not rooted in superiority—
It was rooted in perspective.
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## **Chapter 390 — The First True Threat**
Far beyond the Northern Meridian—
An ancient consciousness stirred.
Not because of power fluctuations.
But because of alignment correction.
Something had adjusted a causal fracture without backlash.
That was rare.
Dangerously rare.
A presence turned its gaze toward the mortal region.
Not hostile.
Curious.
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## **Chapter 391 — The Sky That Looked Back**
That night, Yang Lin stood outside alone.
He felt the distant observation.
He did not hide.
He looked up.
The stars dimmed slightly.
Somewhere far beyond measurable distance—
An ancient entity withdrew its probing.
Not repelled.
Warned.
Not by force.
By implication.
Yang Lin returned inside.
Su Qinglan had left the window slightly open.
The sky was the correct color.
For now.
And somewhere in deeper layers of existence—
A single conclusion formed among beings who rarely agreed:
The anchor was not local.
He was transitional.
And the world had only just begun testing its weight.