The old man was dressed in a purple robe, his eyebrows very long, his figure somewhat lean. There wasn't the slightest hint of murkiness in his eyes, they were all sharp light. Head slightly raised, he looked at Sikong Zhan and said with a smile.
"Old Hong, you're too early." Sikong Zhan also smiled, and as he spoke, he glanced at the young man beside that lean old fellow: "That's Hong Chou, right? Not bad, Guo Zhen a talented youth."
"Young boy Su, that old codger who just spoke is Hong Yicang. He's one of the Three Factions. The Three Factions are Sikong Zhan, the Waan Family patriarch Wang Duan, and Hong Yicang—these three have about the same strength. Sikong Zhan is protective and overbearing, Wang Duan is clever and cunning, Hong Yicang is deep scheming, with the greatest ambition." Jiuyou spoke up, introducing them to Su Chen.
At the same time, Sikong Yu muttered, "How come he's here too?"
There seemed to be some discomfort in her voice.
Su Chen didn't ask.
