At this point, Uncle Yu's father-in-law's expression changed noticeably.
He muttered under his breath, "Surname Leng, missing the little finger on his left hand..."
From his expression, it seemed he knew something.
But instead of answering directly, he asked Uncle Yu,
"How did you track down this information? Are you certain it's all accurate?"
Though Old Man Lu was advanced in years, his voice remained strong and resonant.
Uncle Yu replied,
"Dad! I didn't uncover this information. My martial nephew Jiang Ning learned it by chance while investigating the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect's Yin-Yang Masters in Mountain City."
As he spoke, Uncle Yu pointed at me.
I hurriedly clasped my hands in greeting and respectfully called out,
"Senior Lu!"
Old Man Lu narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Martial nephew? You mean the disciple of that senior brother of yours who loved spewing nonsense and even wanted to fight me back then—Song Decai?"
My heart skipped a beat. Master really was infamous!
It seemed Master had already been hot-tempered in his youth.
Uncle Yu looked a little awkward as well.
But I neither groveled nor acted arrogantly, answering directly,
"My master, Song Decai, is frank by nature. He says what he means and is no hypocrite."
When out in the world, I couldn't disgrace Master.
Even if the man before me was a senior of the Feng Shui world and Uncle Yu's father-in-law, I still had to uphold Master's image.
Hearing that, he said,
"Oh? Song Decai's disciple has quite a way with words.
Tell me, then. How did you investigate the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect's Yin-Yang Masters
and obtain this information from them?"
I did not waste words and immediately said,
"Senior Lu, before this, I was entrusted by the authorities
to secretly investigate whether Japanese Yin-Yang Masters of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect