Yin Hu knew that Dong ZhenKang was speaking in a long stream of consciousness. A ton of platitudes. Buttering him up to eventually lay his hustle down without anyone noticing. But, he could not hear him. Rather his eyes were completely focused on the man. Standing next to the Greedy Demonic Tree. The guy's mouth was moving, whispering something to it. Speaking to a tree. Yin Hu couldn’t help but stare in confused silence at what he was doing. Unable to figure out why he was doing it. Anyone with even a bit of Qi should recognize how greedy it was. Staying clear. But this guy stumbled and mumbled at it instead of what a sane person would do. “H-Hu Ancestor?” Dong ZhenKang said, moving his head slightly to cover Yin Hu’s vision of the man. Yin Hu’s eyes sharpened back into clarity. Focusing on Dong ZhenKang and the rest of the people in the courtyard with them. Everyone turned silent at some point. Waiting on him. No one dared to continue the discussion until he moved it along with either a non-verbal sign of recognition or by his words. Both of which they did not receive.He took a few moments more just to reset himself. Shifting into a sitting position and giving himself a better angle to see the man and speak with Dong ZhenKang at the same time. He wanted to make sure the idiot either didn’t die or didn’t break anything. Jun would be unconsolable if her little tree was broken or destroyed by someone under his watch. She was already taking heavy hits. Dong ZhenKang doing a number on her mentals ever since he showed up. “Continue.” Yin Hu said, waving Dong ZhenKang to speak. “Well,” Dong ZhenKang kept making a show of his reactions. This time scratching his neck. “The scroll was not something kind or peaceful. Rather it promised gruesome death.”Yin Hu could get the gist of what the man was saying. But refused to fall for the clear bait. He was not about to play (...)