The old man sighed, slowly raised his head and looked at Anpei Lan's back, his gaze complicated.
"Family Head, if the former Family Head's spirit is watching from the heavens..."
"Heh," before the old man could finish, Anpei Lan suddenly let out a cold laugh, a sinister chill seeming to seep from his whole body. "If his spirit is watching from the heavens and sees the Anpei Family growing stronger, I'm sure he'd be very pleased. Uncle, he's just a dead man. There's no need to bring him up again."
"...Yes... Family Head, please get some rest. This old slave will take his leave." As he spoke, the old man slowly backed into the crack from before and disappeared.
Anpei Lan did not look back, his spine straight as a rod. He stared fixedly at the photo on the wall, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.
In the empty study, the tightly shut window slowly opened a slit. The gap widened, and two figures flipped in from outside.
