Zhang San stepped forward, pulled open the door, and Zhen Yu immediately saw six people inside the hall squatting in horse stance, arranged in two rows.
A man around thirty years old was sitting on the host's seat, staring intently.
Zhang San let Zhen Yu enter first, followed her in, and just as he was about to speak, the man threw him a look, signaling to go to the inner room to talk.
After everyone was seated in the guest area, the man took the initiative to fist salute and introduce himself: "Xu Lin, a secular disciple of Shaolin."
"Hello, Brother Xu," Zhen Yu was the first to respond.
But as soon as her words fell, the man said: "Call me Uncle! I'm thirty-one."
"Uh!" Zhen Yu had to correct herself, "Uncle Xu, my name is Zhen Yu. How long have you studied Kung Fu at Shaolin?"
"Ten years." Xu Lin was not a man of many words.
