Meanwhile, in a lightly furnished room filled with shelves piled high with scrolls…
"What is it you needed to speak with me about, Uncle?"
Hu Long glanced around curiously, having never been allowed into the room of records, before. Somehow, he was expecting something a bit more grand, but the cramped room and plain decor were something of a let down, if he were to be honest.
Sliding the door closed behind him, Hu Yanlin initially said nothing, putting his head down in thought, until finally he sighed and looked at Hu Long with his arms crossed.
"Xiao Long…" Hu Yanlin said, trailing off, though he eventually shook his head with a sigh.
"It's about… about the ones who killed your parents and your sister."
