Lin Fan posed three questions to them and hoped they would answer seriously.
"I am Kor'sarro Khan." Kor'sarro Khan rose to his feet, one hand pressed to his chest as he answered Lin Fan's first question.
"I am the fifty-first Master of the White Scars. Every twenty-five years, amid the cries of the Howling Ritual, I hunt down those enemies who deserve death."
"From the plains of Chogoris to the edge of the Eye of Terror, I have served the Throne for hundreds of years."
"I slaughtered the Daemon Prince Konaks! I tore the Aeldari pirate Valariel to pieces! I fought across east and west, spreading the might of the Great Khan throughout the stars and beyond! I have never stopped upon the path of the hunt, and I never will! Until every enemy of the Throne is destroyed, I, Kor'sarro, will run forever upon the road of war!"
Kor'sarro had finished. It was clear that he took pride in his days of eternal war. But Lin Fan knew some of Kor'sarro's darker history.
"Then what is your attitude toward xenos?"
"All of them! Completely! Without reservation, exterminate every last one!"
"Then what about Nightspear?"
Lin Fan suddenly mentioned a name that did not sound like one commonly used within the Imperium. Under the gazes of Kaiser Whitefang and Colvin, the arrogant Kor'sarro showed a look of surprise.
"Uncle... how did you know?"
"Heh..." Lin Fan smiled faintly, not telling Kor'sarro that he knew from reading his collected tales. "Your Thunderhawk had barely landed when it was destroyed by Necron gauss fire. You knew it was a hopeless battle. Every brother you brought with you died on the Uuzum Plateau."
Grief was plainly written across Kor'sarro's face. That battle had left a deep impression on him.
"You were imprisoned in