"It's someone you know." A smile identical to Yanbai's appeared on Junlin's face.
Junlin's resemblance to Yanbai sent a surge of anger through Izuna.
Izuna knew his older brother Madara was already dead. Judging by Junlin's age, he must have been born after Madara's death, right?
At that thought, Izuna could barely contain his fury.
But then another thought struck him: what right did he have to be angry?
Yanbai was still single. He had never married anyone.
If Yanbai really had had a child with someone after they had all died, that was his choice.
Still, Izuna was angry. He entered Junlin's residence and said nothing more.
Junlin kept smiling as he personally boiled water and brewed tea for Yanbai and Izuna.
Izuna was a dead man. Although he could feel hunger and thirst, he could neither eat nor quench them. He simply stared at Junlin without a word.
Junlin was very good at conversation; he had specifically studied such things. He kept guiding the conversation, chatting happily with Yanbai.
Izuna was left on the sidelines like a spectator while the "mother and son" talked.
What Izuna did not know was that, although Yanbai and Junlin were discussing mundane everyday matters,
they were frequently tapping the tea table in a strange pattern as they picked up and set down their cups.
Yanbai was tapping on the table to communicate with Junlin in Morse code.
And so, right in front of Izuna,
Yanbai and Junlin smoothly exchanged information.
Yanbai secretly told Junlin that he had something important to investigate, but Izuna kept watching him, which made things difficult.
Junlin had always wanted to prove to Yanbai that he was the most obedient, most useful, and most devoted child.
Yanbai's request was simple: keep Izuna there for a while.
For Junlin,