It was a run-down house, and its wooden door squeaked in the wind.
Ah Ke showed Shen Yanxiao and the Vermillion Bird into the house. The room was dimmed; the only hint of sunlight was the light that peeked through the door and window.
"Uncle Nine! Uncle Nine!" Ah Ke called out.
An old man with a limp walked out slowly with a crutch. His wrinkled face looked weather-beaten, and his squinted eyes made him look aged.
"Why are you shouting, punk? I am not old enough to be deaf yet." Uncle Nine scoffed at Ah Ke and turned his misty eyes toward Shen Yanxiao and the Vermillion Bird.
"Uncle Nine, I'm just anxious about this urgent matter." Ah Ke laughed nervously as he stretched his head.
"Who are those two kids?" Uncle Nine asked.
