What family did not have a few juniors who needed a helping hand? The strategic importance of befriending a Pill Master who could reliably produce Premium Foundation Establishment Pills spoke for itself.
Lin Changheng himself, however, continued to live in seclusion, saying nothing about the clamor outside, which only deepened his air of mystery.
Three months later.
A Spell Boat flew toward Cave Abode Number Ninety-Eight.
As it drew near, a slender female cultivator in a moon-white flowing-cloud dress drifted down from it.
She had gentle features, willow-leaf brows, almond eyes, and a Cinnabar Mark between her brows. Her cultivation was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment third layer. She approached slowly and knocked on the door.
"Senior Mo!"
Yan Mingyi opened the door. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the woman, and she hurried to usher her inside with a respectful smile.
"Is Brother Lin here?"
Mo Zhaoli greeted her, then asked with a smile.
"He is."
Yan Mingyi answered with an obedient smile.
The two entered the cave abode together, and the deep pool in the courtyard soon caught Mo Zhaoli's attention.
Clearly, it had not been there during her last visit. It must have been dug in recent years.
She swept her spiritual sense over it and immediately discovered a giant clam resting at the bottom.
"Is that the second-tier [Deep Lake Spirit Clam] Brother Lin mentioned in his letter?"
Mo Zhaoli asked Yan Mingyi.
"Yes, that's the one."
Yan Mingyi nodded.
Yet she could not help wondering whether Brother Lin's willingness to share even such private matters with Senior Mo meant that he trusted her immensely. And... was their relationship very intimate?
Her thoughts ran wild, but she dared not let any of them show.
Meanwhile, Mo Zhaoli nodded at the answer.