In front of the Spring Gate, Master Lin from Seacrest lifted his eyes and looked inside.
At this moment, within the formation, hundreds of flowers bloomed at once, making for a beautiful sight—a scene straight out of spring.
Standing at the deepest point of the Spring Gate was Night Spring.
Right now, her brows were tightly furrowed as she stared at Master Lin from Seacrest, who stood outside the formation, lost in thought about something.
She was the core of the Spring Gate. Inside, every flower, every petal, and even every trace of fragrance was infused with extremely powerful force and qi.
Ordinary people who entered the formation would instantly face a brutal attack.
Even a Diamond Body expert who stepped inside could be instantly killed if caught off guard.
If it weren’t absolutely necessary, Night Spring really didn’t want to let this so-called Master Lin from Seacrest walk into the formation.
But before she could speak—
Everyone saw that Master Lin from Seacrest had already stepped forward and entered the formation ahead of them.
"Four Seasons Grand Array—let me see what this so-called heaven-and-earth-changing formation in this world is really like."
Master Lin from Seacrest murmured to himself. He walked straight inside, not bothering with any defenses at all.
"He’s in!"
"He’s not using any defenses?"
"This Master Lin from Seacrest is way too arrogant. He should know he's facing Nightstar’s strongest formation!"
Not far away, the crowd outside changed expressions as they witnessed this scene.
The Ju family steward watched quietly, his gaze never leaving the back of Master Lin from Seacrest.
Grandpa Ju’s mind was full of thoughts—partly because of Blake Lin, partly because of Master Lin from Seacrest standing before him.
If Blake Lin had come just for fun, that would be one thing. But if he was here to make trouble for Master Lin from Seacrest, then the Ju family could never afford to stand against the Orthodox Lin Clan.
Thinking this, Grandpa Ju glanced at Ju Xing'an, who was standing nearby, staring intently into the formation.
Ju Xing'an was Grandpa Ju’s favorite among the third generation. Everything Ju Xing'an did as the Ju family’s Third Young Master in Beijing was always noticed by Grandpa Ju.
Just like last time, when Ju Xing'an brought people to Tidewatch Island to stir up trouble for a girl—Grandpa Ju knew all about it.
He just never said anything. After all, the younger generation has its own luck. As elders, their job is only to step in and lend a hand when the juniors are about to go astray, so they don’t stray too far.
Over the years, Grandpa Ju had watched Ju Xing'an grow up. But this time, Ju Xing'an provoked Nightstar, forcing Grandpa Ju to intervene.
He never expected that the friend Ju Xing'an was standing up for would turn out to be so powerful.
Now Grandpa Ju felt a wave of regret. If Master Lin from Seacrest really had a feud with the Orthodox Lin Clan, the Ju family would have to side with the Lin clan—which meant they’d have to abandon Ju Xing'an, their connection to Master Lin from Seacrest. Otherwise, the whole Ju family might not survive the Lin clan’s wrath.
Thinking this, Grandpa Ju couldn’t help but regret how he’d handled Ju Xing'an this time.
But what’s done is done.
Master Lin from Seacrest entered the Spring Gate, surrounded by thick floral fragrance.
Beneath his feet, a riot of flowers bloomed all at once.
"So this is the so-called Spring Gate?"
Master Lin from Seacrest raised an eyebrow and took another step forward, just about to move ahead.
Suddenly, something changed.
All those beautiful flowers—every stamen turned toward Master Lin from Seacrest.
The fragrance in the air grew stronger, followed by a terrifying, overwhelming pressure.
Within this small world, force and qi thundered everywhere.
A wild wind swept through, tearing petals from their flowers and sending them fluttering through the air.
Whoosh!
In the space of a single breath, tens of thousands of petals filled the entire space—above, below, everywhere you looked, a vast sea of petals.
"Each petal is equivalent to a fifth-grade Vajra strike. Tens of thousands of petals means tens of thousands of fifth-grade Vajra attacks."