"Resolve the doubts in my heart?"
Zhao Lin looked down, his fingers drumming rapidly on the armrest. "Take them to the side hall."
"Yes."
Tian Dabang acknowledged the order and turned, leaving with brisk steps.
Zhao Lin stood up and followed, making his way to the central courtyard. He sat down by a pillar along the covered walkway.
This spot wasn't far from the side hall. The area was open and unobstructed, and with his sharp hearing, he could clearly make out any activity inside.
'I have no intention of meeting the two Daoists just yet. Monks and Daoists are often full of bluster, quick to start with a line like, "Benefactor, a bloody calamity awaits you." I must first figure out their real reason for coming.'
Tian Dabang returned to the manor's entrance and said to the two men, "Daoists, please follow me."
