"The main purpose of bringing you here today lies within this house,"
Wu Yan's expression turned solemn as he walked up to the door of the gray house.
The black door was ajar, yet it emanated a burdensome, sorrowful aura that unconsciously weighed Xiao Mu's heart down.
Wu Yan's demeanor was respectful as he pushed open the door, his movements betraying the action's heaviness.
With a creak, the ordinary door was gently pushed open, and a thick Yin Qi, heavy with sadness, rushed toward them.
"Leader Wu has arrived, greetings to you, leader!"
Behind the door, an aged old man sitting in a chair guarding the door slowly stood up with the support of a plain wooden cane, smiling at Wu Yan.
"I dare not! I dare not! Old Qi, you flatter me, please sit down, please sit!"
Wu Yan looked anxious and quickly strode to the old man's left side, reaching out to help him sit back down.
