Only Huang Linglin came to this meeting.
According to her, Cook Zeng had returned to his lineage on business that day and could not attend.
Lin Changheng did not mind. What mattered to him was the result Huang Linglin brought.
To his surprise, Huang Linglin was even more impatient than he was. Before Lin Changheng could bring out the spirit tea and spirit fruit, she spoke:
"Pill Master Lin, after we returned last time, we used our channels to contact our branch's patriarch-"
"What did your patriarch say?"
Lin Changheng asked with a smile.
"Our patriarch thinks very highly of you, Pill Master Lin. Although this went against the rules, after careful consideration, he overrode all objections and agreed!"
This time, Huang Linglin wore a crimson gauze dress that draped her fair, voluptuous figure, giving her a different allure. Her eyes shone as she smilingly delivered the good news to Lin Changheng.
Lin Changheng immediately recognized this conversational tactic: lowering expectations before raising them, emphasizing the difficulties to highlight the patriarch's regard for him.
But he paid no attention to that, seizing only on the key point. "He agreed?"
The cultivation method he had worn out iron shoes searching for in vain had actually turned up here?
"He agreed." Huang Linglin nodded. "But he has one condition."
"What condition?" Lin Changheng frowned slightly. He had little patience for conditions tacked on afterward.
"The method must not be passed on."
Huang Linglin's words immediately eased Lin Changheng's brow. This hardly counted as a condition; it was only to be expected.
On second thought, however, the cultivation he had revealed was only at the qi refining ninth layer. Apart from seeking the method for himself, he might also have been obtaining it for someone else.
The former was easy enough to address,