Yang Jing cupped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute, a gentle smile on his face. "Senior Brother Lin, I just finished up some business. I came here today because there's something I'd like to ask you about."
Hearing this, Lin Ziheng immediately puffed out his chest, a confident smile spreading across his face. His tone was tinged with pride. "Junior Brother, you've come to the right person! Your Senior Brother Lin here can't make many promises, but when it comes to the Xuanzhen Sect, there's nothing I don't know!"
As he spoke, Lin Ziheng stepped aside, warmly inviting Yang Jing into the courtyard.
The two of them crossed the small courtyard, where a few stalks of green bamboo grew, and entered the main house.
The room's furnishings were simple. A wooden table stood in the center, flanked by two wooden chairs.
