Before long, two elders walked down the mountain at a leisurely pace.
One was familiar to Zhao Rong—the Six-One Layman he had seen during the day, sniffing at the mouth of a gourd, greedily drinking the liquor.
The other was completely unknown to Zhao Rong, an elder dressed in a simple Confucian robe. Despite his aged face, his hair was jet black, his spirit vibrant, and his eyes piercing.
This must be the old ancestor of the Lin family, Lin Wenruo's great-grandfather.
Zhao Rong followed Lin Wenruo to greet them.
The Lin family ancestor glanced at Lin Wenruo and casually tossed something from his hand. Immediately, his gaze turned to the young Confucian Scholar, smiling as he said,
"You must be Zhao Ziyu. The Dog has mentioned you countless times in front of me; my ears have grown calluses from it. The Dog said you are as handsome as a jade tree, with a distinguished demeanor. I didn't believe it before, but now that I see you, my great-grandson hasn't lied to me!"
