Council Hall.
With tears streaking her face, Lin Meixiu cried out, "Sect Leader, you must save my son, his situation is too tragic, too pitiful... Sect Leader, I beg you, save my son, I'm kowtowing to you!" As she spoke, Lin Meixiu knelt to the ground, her forehead striking the floor with a muffled "thump thump thump..."
"What are you doing? Get up quickly!" Song Qingfeng waved his sleeve, a gentle breeze materializing from nowhere, lifted Lin Meixiu back to her feet: "Speak if you have something to say, no need for tears or kowtowing!"
"Sect Leader, I wouldn't bother you if there were any other way," Lin Meixiu sobbed uncontrollably, "I really have no other option!"
"I have some pain relief medicine here, take it and treat Dalong's injuries," Song Qingfeng said as he took out two porcelain bottles from his sleeve: "These are elixirs I refined myself, they're very effective for healing injuries."
"Can they... cure my son's injuries?" Lin Meixiu asked, full of hope.
