The air in the room was thick with uncertainty, but Yin Ming remained composed, aware that the balance of trust rested on his next steps.
Liao, please don’t be anxious. It’s not that there’s absolutely no way. However, Young Master Liao’s condition is so special, and I have no one to consult with. I’m worried that treating him rashly might have negative consequences. How about this – Xiao Luo just mentioned a child who understands mystical arts. I heard he seems quite knowledgeable. Why don’t I go find him and discuss it together?”
Liao De was half-believing and half-doubting of Luo Yuanfan’s words, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He had already invited all the mystical masters in the area, and only Yin Ming seemed to have some ability, yet he was also helpless against Liao Zhong’s strange illness. If finding Luo Yingbai could be a solution, why not try?
He nodded, saying: “Young and famous can lead to arrogance. Don’t lower yourself too much. First, probe his character and abilities. I don’t want to invite a fraud.”
Yin Ming nodded: “I understand.”
And so, Luo Yingbai had not been at peace for a few days. One afternoon after class, he was intercepted by Yin Ming at the entrance of the teaching building.
Yin Ming looked at the two books in his hand and said to Luo Yingbai: “I heard from Wang Hualing that you’re Luo Yingbai? I was a teacher in your school’s literature department. I have something to discuss. Come have tea with me now.”
His tone carried a hint of command, but the “Wang Hualing” he mentioned was indeed a professional course teacher of Luo Yingbai. Luo Yingbai examined him for a moment, vaguely seeing the outline of an eight-trigram mirror peeking out of his trouser pocket and roughly guessed what the other was up to.
The two went to a nearby teahouse and sat down facing each other. Yin Ming ordered a pot of tea and went straight to the point: “I’ve been following your Weibo. I heard you have some research in mystical arts?”
Luo Yingbai said: “A little.”
