Inside a large hall, an old but fit man of about 56 years old, with a short buzz cut and weaing a kimono sat on a tatami. Beside the old man, there was a beautiful young lady in a kimono kneeling and grinding tea leaves.
The old man looked at Yue Zhong and there was a slight smile: “I’m Shimazu Yuji. Yue Zhong, I’m very pleased to meet you here. Please! Sit!”
“How do you do!” Yue Zhong eyed this leader of the Shimazu Clan and sat down comfortably. He was not used to the Japanese style of kneeling.
“This is for you!” The young beauty served cups of tea to both Yue Zhong and Kyoko.
“Thank you!” Yue Zhong received the cup of tea and placed it one side without drinking it. He might be strong, but he wasn’t entirely impervious to poison. There were all sorts of mutated plants in the apocalypse and he would die if he was poisoned as well.
Shimazu Yuji pointed to the young girl and said: “This is my daughter, Shimazu Mina. Mina, go greet your husband.”
