"Elder Rong."
While the two old guys conversed, the cyan-robed Lin Xiao quickly came in through the door, cupping his hands in salute, and reported, "Reporting to Elder Rong, the imperial clan's imperial doctor, Jing Lin, came to request a meeting."
Jing Lin?
Elder Rong furrowed his brows, no longer having the relaxed disposition he had while he was conversing with Elder Ning, his entire aged face showing impatience. "I already said that I won't see anyone from the imperial clan!"
"Elder Rong, that Jing Lin says he has a several-hundred-year-old old medicinal herb in his possession that he wants to gift to Elder Rong."
Lin Xiao reported all the words to Elder Rong that Jing Lin had spoken outside the door. His tone was flat, as though he was speaking about an irrelevant matter.
