The inscriptions in midair completely stunned the red-robed elder.
"Such exquisitely crafted engravings!" After a moment, the red-robed elder exclaimed in admiration.
"As for your request, I need to discuss it with others," said the elder, "Regardless, I will give you an answer in three days."
"Then I thank you, Senior."
Lin Xuan bowed and left the room.
Watching Lin Xuan's retreating figure, the red-robed elder took a deep breath, his understanding of inscriptions far exceeding his expectations.
He looked at the gradually disappearing inscriptions in midair and fell into deep thought.
Lin Xuan stepped out of the room and headed straight outside.
The inscriptions he had drawn earlier were done under Lord of Wine's guidance; unexpectedly, they had actually impressed the old man in red.
"It seems that Lord of Wine's mastery of inscriptions far surpasses these people." Lin Xuan felt joyful in his heart.