"You must be Mr. Knight? My father is waiting for you." Cold, stiff Chinese.
The two didn't talk much, apparently Kannda Kouu's matter was the most important.
Sean Knight quickly realized that Kannda Kouu's authority still mattered even though he was already old.
At the entrance of the room, Sean pushed the door open and saw an old man barely managing to kneel behind a small table.
There was an ancient book on the small table, yellowed pages, seemingly very old.
Sean didn't indulge the old man's pretentiousness. He closed the door, sat down cross-legged and silently stared at the old man without speaking.
The old man was short, about 1.6 meters tall. He was old and haggard, and his bodily functions had greatly declined, according to Sky Eye's scan.
Even if Sean didn't bother him, he probably wouldn't live more than a few years.
The Japanese soldier's face, hands, and arms were covered in age spots, making him look quite unsightly.
