C171 Elder of Tibetan Scripture Pavilion's Request

"Hasn't that boy woken up yet? Why hasn't he come over?"

The Elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion reclined on a rattan chair, the very picture of ease. Three days and nights had passed, and Ling Dao was still unconscious. The Elder hoped nothing serious had befallen him. Suddenly, his ears perked up, and he rose from the chair just as Ling Dao arrived, hurrying over.

"Greetings