Qimen Forest.
The short-statured Guu Ling and the burly, giant-like Fei Hong sat together with Song Lin in the grand hall.
After interacting with them over the past few days, Song Lin had roughly grasped their thoughts.
They were still in the dark, unaware of past events, and instead believed that the Holy Might Heavenly Master was a benefactor to the two forests.
Without the Holy Might Heavenly Master, their Taoist lineage might not have been preserved.
Song Lin chose not to comment on this.
After all, he had no evidence. Rashly revealing the truth might be perceived as intentionally sowing discord.
"Brother Song Lin, I really have to thank you. Without your orders, the two of us wouldn't have made it."
Taoist Guu Ling said with a bitter smile.
Before Song Lin's arrival, more than half of the two forests were running in deficit.
Since establishing a stable trading channel, the two forests had been revitalized, their income and expenditure at least balanced now.
