"Very powerful-more powerful than the heavens! Put it this way: if Lord Lin stamped his foot, the ground throughout the Prefectural City would shake," Lu Yunqing explained.
After hearing this, Lin Cheng could not keep the smile off his face.
"My son has been extraordinary since he was little."
"He certainly has, Elder Lin. A new restaurant has opened in the Inner City. I hear its specialty is Yellow Millet. Come, come, let's try it together. My treat." As Lu Yunqing spoke, he draped an arm over Lin Cheng's shoulders, his smile growing ever brighter.
"How could a humble commoner like me be worthy of sharing a table with you, my lord?" Lin Cheng looked deeply apprehensive.
"Now, Elder Lin, you're treating me like a stranger. From today onward, we'll call each other brothers. You're my elder brother. Come on, let's go eat!" Lu Yunqing said, feigning anger.
Lin Cheng stopped declining. He simply felt as though all of this were a dream. It turned out that even the lofty County Magistrate had such an amiable side.
Sure enough, once your son became powerful enough, everyone in the world became friendly.
At that same moment.
In a courtyard north of Jiangyin County, Yun Tianxing sat cross-legged on a large rock, holding a fishing rod toward a lotus pond ahead of him,
casting his hook into it before letting out a leisurely yawn.
Just then, a young man in hemp clothing entered and placed a confidential letter on the stone table beneath a nearby pavilion, along with a parcel.
Yun Tianxing glanced over. "Where was that letter sent from?"
"Master, the messenger said it came from Shannan Prefectural City," the young man answered with a bow.
"Shannan Prefectural City? That Lin boy has a conscience after all. He's finally remembered me."