"Little one, I know not. Please enlighten me."
"I am Song Jian, the great steward of the Song Family since its founding. Not sure if you've heard of me," the old man said. "You probably haven't, since you left the Song Family when you were very young. Tell me, do you harbor any resentment towards the Song Family?"
Now, Song Yun knew who the person before him was — a person from the Song Family. He sneered and said, "Lying that I hold no grudges would be deceiving you. How could I not, after battling in the outside world for so many years?"
"Having grievances is just right." The old man stood up, patted Song Yun on the shoulder, and said, "You've got more courage than all those kids back at home. What should the Song Family do now to clear your grievances?"
"..."
