Lin Yi hastily got up from the ground and strode to the entrance of Qiankun Palace. From now on, casual visitors are not allowed inside, otherwise it could be life-threatening.
"Lin, Lord Lin." The Minister of Dali Temple was panting and sweating profusely, looking completely drained.
Taking the camera from the Minister of Dali Temple, Lin Yi casually checked his pulse.
"Pulse is deep, deficiency of kidney yin."
"You, just after running a few laps today, have already revealed that you lack vitality and are slow in action. If you were sent to the border, let alone fighting on the battlefield, it would be a blessing if you could even keep up with the military."
Hearing that he could be sent to the border, the Minister of Dali Temple was immediately frightened and repeatedly kowtowed.
"Lord Lin, Lord Lin, please spare my life. I have an eighty-year-old mother and seven hungry children at home. I cannot go to the border."
