Of course, it was satisfying. The family had been suppressed by the Zhu Family, and the younger generation had been suppressed by Vermilion Flame. Now, Lin Ming had finally given them a chance to vent, his spear pointed squarely at Vermilion Flame, ready to topple the great mountain that had weighed down the Lin Family's younger generation for so long. How could it not be satisfying?
And so, that very night, another twelve Sound Transmission Talismans were sent in succession, delivering the news back to the Lin Family's branch in Tianyun City. The Lin Family Patriarch's instructions were clear: "Support Lin Ming at all costs. We must create the best possible conditions for him to defeat Vermilion Flame in one month."
That was why today, following the Patriarch's orders, the Lin Family branch had sent Lin Wu with resources to support Lin Ming.
"This is..." Lin Ming trailed off, looking at the small porcelain vial and a small jade box in Lin Wu's hands.
