"........"
Lin Ying, full of cautiousness, opened her mouth to the elder sitting on the other side of the video and ventured a guess.
Grandmaster Lin was taken aback by her words, and immediately showed an odd expression, laughing as he said:
"Haha... Grandmaster is like an old tree blooming, but the old man's energy can't compare to a young person's."
"No need for wild thoughts; the young fellow just has never experienced a Mid-Autumn Festival in his homeland, so he wants to experience our Lin Clan's Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Unfortunately..." Lin Ying's mouth opened slightly, wanting to explain that this year's Mid-Autumn banquet at Lin Manor was different from previous ones.
This year, at the Mid-Autumn banquet.....
Lin Ying was preparing to settle accounts with the clan members.
Now Grandmaster Lin suddenly sent over an elder suspected to be born from the blossoming of his iron tree.
