Song Lin gazed thoughtfully at Zhu Xuan's departing figure.
Who exactly is this person?
Judging by his demeanor, his background is undoubtedly extraordinary.
If nothing unexpected happens, he should be someone from the Heavenly Court.
Song Lin stared at the iron token on the table, deep in thought.
There were no patterns on it; it seemed to be a token left behind by Zhu Xuan.
A few days later, Song Lin selected twelve disciples to manage the temple and embarked on a journey to the Central Plains.
Along the way, he cultivated virtue and performed acts of compassion, offering porridge and medicine.
It was the beginning of Emperor Jianwen's reign, and in the early years of the Great Ming dynasty, stability was still elusive.
There were many starving people along the road—though this was not surprising. In the feudal era, there were no times without famine; even in times of prosperity, hunger persisted.
Song Lin's acts of healing without charge earned him great renown.
