Lin Mo knelt beside Little Guo’er on the warm marble floor of the grand pavilion.
He looked at the seventy-eight-year-old mountain herbalist sitting on the velvet bench.
The old man had thin, bony shoulders that slightly stooped from decades of carrying heavy wicker packs. His patched hemp jacket was soaked through with muddy rainwater, and his hands were covered in jagged white scars from sheer limestone climbing.
His name was Yao Tianshan. The other three hundred herb-pickers respectfully called him Old Man Yao.
[TARGET: YAO TIANSHAN (OLD MAN YAO).]
[ORIGIN: SOUTHERN ANHUI MOUNTAIN CLIFF HERBALIST.]
[GOODNESS SCORE: 95/100.]
[LIFE RECORD: SCALED CLIFFS FOR SIXTY YEARS TO FUND FREE VILLAGE HERBAL DISPENSARY.]
