The elder did not reply with a word, but instead, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip of the liquor, a strong, high-proof white spirit.
Ling Tianyu was not anxious either, sitting in his seat, waiting for the elder's response, believing that such reasons and promises would still be compelling.
After all, he was a Divine Doctor, and anyone would covet his medical intervention, especially an organization with the might of the Assassin Alliance, which would be all the more eager.
For a full ten minutes, the elder did not speak.
Ling Tianyu was still not worried, simply sitting there; he believed that the elder would speak eventually.
Leng Feng Yao Yue could only glare at Ling Tianyu with sharp eyes, their Hall Master remaining silent, so they dared not utter a word, yet inside they were praying fervently that their Hall Master would not agree.