Elder Jing Lin stroked his chin's beard, earnestly recalling past events.
Suddenly, his eyes widened as if he remembered something extremely important, and he said to the crowd, "There really is a special kind of essence of blood. Back then, when I was at the Qin City Small Courtyard, I was just a junior deacon..."
Elder Jing Lin then traced back to the specific time, which was around when he was in his twenties, full of youthful vigor.
"Alright, alright, no need to mention the glory days of how you rose step by step from a little underling to an elder when you were young. Just get to the point about the essence of blood," Zhu Minglang said.
