As soon as they stepped inside, a bearded man wearing robes rushed forward to welcome them. Emerson said, "Mr. Gunn, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Please forgive me."
Dalton bowed his head respectfully, then gestured toward Jacob. "This is Mr. Sullen, the person who needs the spiritual brush and cinnabar rosary. I've brought him here to have a look at your daughter."
Emerson glanced at Jacob with his brows slightly furrowed, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled. "There's no rush. Why don't we go inside and have something to drink? My senior is checking on my daughter's condition now."
As Emerson spoke, he motioned for the group to follow him. Just as Jacob was about to enter the main hall, he felt a sudden chill in the air.
It was so strong that a shiver ran through him despite the sweltering heat.
Noticing the shift in Jacob's expression, Walter asked, "Is something wrong, Mr. Sullen?"
"Oh, nothing!" Jacob smiled and shook his head.
