Hebei Province, Lin Family.
In an elegantly decorated hall, there was a long table with two people sitting at the table.
An old man with white hair.
A teenager who looked weak.
The old man was the head of the Lin Family, Lin Jiren; the young man was Lin Zihao who had just returned from the alley.
Except for the two of them, in the corner of the hall, there was a servant in his fifties with a wrinkled face in a black suit. He was carefully frying the herbs that Lin Zihao brought back from Mr. Hua.
A faint medicinal fragrance wafted continuously in this hall.
After a long time…
Lin Jiren, who was sitting on the main seat, spoke, "Did you meet Mr. Hua yesterday?"
"Yes, Patriarch." Lin Zihao replied in a respectful voice.
Lin Jiren thought for a few seconds, and continued, "What do you think of him?"
Lin Zihao paused and began thinking. After a few seconds, he answered one word, "Unfathomable!"
Life is a grindstone, but whether it grinds us down or polishes us up depends on what we are made of. - Allen Sypher