When Fang Lin saw Mo Ziming, the man was refining pills in a Pill Refining Room. Fang Lin waited for a while outside before Mo Ziming allowed him to enter.
The temperature in the Pill Refining Room was high, making the room a bit stuffy. There was nothing else in the room, just a Pill Furnace and a cushion.
On that cushion sat a middle-aged man of average looks. His skin was slightly dark, and he wasn't tall, making him look like an ordinary person.
"You are Fang Lin? Han Luoyun's disciple?" Mo Ziming's eyes were tired. He did not glance at Fang Lin. Instead, he kept staring at the Pill Furnace in front of him and asked.
Fang Lin saluted: "Yes, I am Fang Lin."
Mo Ziming grunted, then ignored Fang Lin. His expression appeared tense and serious.
Having glanced at the Pill Furnace and sniffed the smell of the medicinal herbs in the air, Fang Lin had a rough guess. He activated his Micro Gold Pupil and was able to see the situation inside the Pill Furnace.
