The old patriarch looked at them pitifully, on the verge of tears.
"I wanted to say, but what exactly do you want to know?" He had no idea what these people wanted to know, how was he supposed to tell them anything?
Should he just make up some nonsense to tell them?
He wanted to fabricate some tales, but could he do that? These people were sly as ghosts; if he lied, they would immediately catch him, leaving him too afraid to speak.
"What do we want to know?"
Upon hearing the old patriarch's words, not just Lin Changhong, even Yue Chushui appeared very surprised.
The two exchanged a look, and in each other's eyes, they saw the same thought.
"Who would've thought, old fellow, that you still harbor so many secrets, so many that only when we ask can you answer?"
Lin Changhong turned around, looking sinisterly at the old patriarch, and asked hauntingly.
"Uh."
The old patriarch was stumped by his words.
He didn't hold that many secrets; he just didn't want to reveal them all.
