"Yes!"
Lin Changshan knew Old Mr. Lin's personality. Since it had been made clear that he would not interfere, nothing more he said would be of any use.
"Father, please take care of yourself!"
With that, he left with his son, Lin Zifeng.
After Lin Changshan and his son had left, Fang Hai, wearing a duckbill cap and a black trench coat, came out from the inner room.
"Sit."
Old Mr. Lin raised his hand in a welcoming gesture, and Fang Hai nodded, taking a seat opposite the elder.
"Try this, Fang. A twenty-year-old Pu-erh tea."
Old Mr. Lin poured Fang Hai a cup of tea and handed it over.
Fang Hai took the tea and sipped gently, "Hmm, the taste is full-bodied and rich, with a wild charm to it. Nice, it's good tea!"
Old Mr. Lin chuckled and poured himself half a cup, "How are things with the Thousand Hands Sect?"
"Just got the news this morning. The Thousand Hands Sect has sent Elder Gao and five disciples to investigate. They should arrive by tomorrow noon at the latest."
