"Clap, clap, clap!!"
As Nie Zhenbang's voice fell, a round of applause suddenly came from the side, followed by a voice: "Good, well said. I've been exploring and pondering, and today, I finally got the answer I wanted. It feels like an epiphany."
The voice spoke Huaxia, although with a heavy Western accent in pronunciation and tone. But honestly, for a foreigner to be able to speak to such an understandable extent was no easy feat.
Looking in the direction of the voice, a young man about thirty years old approached Nie Zhenbang, escorted by several bodyguards.
With a smile to Nie Zhenbang, the man said, "You indeed are a distinguished guest from the ancient eastern country, with cultural depth honed over thousands of years, much deeper than myself or Qusaid, this imbecile. Although we both bear the title of heirs, everyone knows that the family affairs don't really need our meddling, and so, we naturally have to devote our excess energy to indulgence."
