An Lin looked up at the black-robed man.
This man had appeared in front of him more than ten years ago. That huge black hat had covered him up. An Lin had never seen this person's true appearance. Now, he was still as mysterious as before.
However, with his previous experience, An Lin believed that he had the ability.
Anyway, he was already sick. If he could do something for An Luo before he died, he was naturally willing. "Okay, I promise you."
At that moment, there was a commotion outside the door. The black-robed man took a look and left the way he came.
"Master, Young Master has instructed that you can't go in." The butler stopped An Luo, his eyes filled with helplessness. "Young Master needs a quiet environment."
An Luo raised his hand. "What is this?"
The butler looked up with a hint of awe in his eyes. "It's the symbol of the head of the family."
