After hearing Old Monster Lin's account, Xiao Jin fell into a long silence.
His fingers lightly tapped against the armrest, producing a rhythmic knocking sound.
Qiu Ling secretly sized up Xiao Jin and found the young man before him almost absurdly young.
But he was, after all, a Five-Star Dou Zun, so he could naturally sense Xiao Jin's current realm.
Eight-Star Dou Ancestor!
If the man before him was not some ancient monster with peculiar tastes, but truly just a young man, then this kind of talent was simply monstrous.
Old Monster Lin was equally uneasy. His temperament was eccentric, and he had few friends in the Pill Tower. The only person he had a fairly good relationship with was Qiu Ling.
Who could have thought that this old friend of his would be so muddleheaded?
To save his useless disciple, he had actually made such a disastrous move.
After a long while, Xiao Jin finally returned from his deep thoughts.
Seeing Qiu Ling still kneeling on the ground, he could not help saying, "Elder Qiu, get up first."
Old Monster Lin's expression relaxed considerably. From the looks of it, Xiao Jin did not seem intent on severely punishing Qiu Ling.
Qiu Ling pushed himself up. Having knelt for too long, his aged body swayed several times.
Xiao Jin noticed this as well and simply said, "The two of you, sit down. There's no need to be so restrained. There's a head for every debt, and I understand that much."
Qiu Ling glanced awkwardly at Old Monster Lin. Only after seeing him nod slightly did he sit down in the chair as if relieved of a heavy burden.
Once he was seated, Xiao Jin asked, "Elder Qiu, when the Song Family came to you, what exactly did they tell you?"