"Greetings Sect Master."
Chen Lin walked up to the hall, his expression stern, his hands placed on his chest, bowing and clasping his fists, respectfully speaking to the figure seated on the high seat a few meters in front of him.
"Dispense with formalities."
The figure sat at the top, his right hand resting on the chair, supporting his cheek, while the other hand lightly tapped the left side armrest. This person was none other than the Sect Master of the Green Ripple Sect, Liu Qinghan.
He appeared to be in his forties or fifties, in the prime of his life, but for some reason, when Lin Chen's gaze touched his face, he seemed to see an indescribable sense of weariness, especially in those deep eyes, reflecting a fatigue from witnessing the world's affairs.
"Explain the situation this time." Liu Qinghan said indifferently.
