"Master!"
Upon entering the old man's dwelling, the first thing that catches the eye is a gigantic wooden sculpture, a mighty eagle soaring majestically, exuding an air of authority. It's unclear why, but this kind of eagle decoration can be found everywhere in this assassin base.
Zhu Hong stood earnestly in front of the eagle, waiting for the old man to speak. "Come in," the old man's voice resonated, prompting Zhu Hong to lift the curtain and step inside. The old man's room was very simple; apart from this direct disciple, it rarely saw outsiders.
At the moment, the old man was leaning against the window, gazing at the endless sea of yellow sand outside. Hearing Zhu Hong's approaching footsteps, the old man shut the window and gestured to a nearby seat, "Sit down."
"Master, why have you called me here?" Zhu Hong asked, looking directly at him.
