"Immortal Master Tian, you have finally returned after so many days."
Upon arriving at the foot of Lianshui Peak, Zhao Si immediately approached Tian Lin.
Tian Lin glanced at the whip marks on his face and asked, "Why were you whipped again?"
Tears started to fall as Zhao Si touched his not yet fully scabbed face, feeling wronged:
"Second Steward said I was incompetent and even accused me of pocketing his Water Spirit Ore."
Watching him wipe his tears and snot, Tian Lin inquired, "Did he catch you red-handed?"
Zhao Si, using his sleeve to wipe his nose, cried out unjustly: "Heaven forbid, it's the Water Spirit Ore in the Moon Pond Cave that has diminished. It's definitely not because I embezzled."
Tian Lin's heart stirred, his gaze sweeping over the mining school's miscellaneous workers under the bamboo corridor.
Those workers all looked at Tian Lin from a distance, not daring to approach.
