When he reached the door and looked at the gate before him, Ye Lin first raised his hand and knocked lightly.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of knocking rang out.
"Come in."
A moment later, a somewhat aged voice came from within.
Ye Lin pushed the doors open with both hands and walked inside.
It was an exquisitely classical room, filled with all manner of ancient books. The scent of ink and books washed over him.
At the very front, an old man reclined in a chair, holding an ancient book in both hands as he read.
"Senior."
"So it is Young Master Ye Lin."
"Please, have a seat."
Upon seeing that it was Ye Lin, the old man smiled and closed the ancient book, then rose to make tea.
"What brings Young Master Ye Lin here today?"
The fragrance of tea drifted through the air as the old man spoke with a gentle tone.
"Senior, I came this time to borrow some people from you."
Sitting in his chair, Ye Lin went straight to the point.
"What kind of people? How many?"
The old man's expression did not change. As he poured the tea, he asked.
"I built a city, and it currently lacks people to manage it, so I came to borrow some from you."
"Also, I need to borrow an expert capable of holding the fort."
Ye Lin accepted the teacup the old man handed him and smiled.
Hearing this, the old man did not agree at once, but fell into slight contemplation.
After pondering for a moment, the old man spoke.
"Young Master, this is merely a branch division, and we do not have many people. However, I can lend you some administrative personnel."
"As for the kind of expert Young Master mentioned, one capable of