These twenty or so old men were in no hurry, and Lin Tian naturally wasn't either. He was just waiting for them to speak first.
In the eyes of these representatives of ancient martial families, Lin Tian was ultimately a junior, while those seated were elders.
There was no way they would greet a junior because of some medicinal recipes, right? This kind of etiquette and face, they still wanted.
Lin Tian didn't care much about these things. He comfortably crossed his legs and drank tea, but the atmosphere in the reception room was so awkward that even breathing felt uncomfortable.
Finally, someone couldn't bear it and spoke first: "Lin, seeing your condition, your injuries should have healed, right? Shouldn't we discuss the real business now?"
Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, oh, it was an old acquaintance.
Wasn't this Mr. Tang from the Tang Family?
