Tang Long raised his hand and tapped the door twice, "Sect Master, we have brought Tang San."
"Come in." A deep and mellow voice arose from the room, which sounded surprisingly familiar to Tang San because it resembled his father Tang Hao by at least eighty percent.
Tang Long pushed open the door, gestured with his eyes to Tang San, and then walked in first. Tang Tian, however, did not follow but stood at the doorway.
The room was over a hundred square meters, furnished simply with a wide desk, bookshelves covering two walls, and two long sofas.
Yuehua sat elegantly on one of the sofas. When she saw Tang San in white following Tang Long into the room, the smile on her pretty face immediately thickened.
Tang San's eyes naturally found his aunt, but his attention was soon captured by the towering figure behind the desk.
Standing well over two meters tall, with a broad back and a waist like a bear's, he had a face as if carved with an axe and short salt-and-pepper hair.
