Beijing, the ancestral residence of the Tang Family.
With a somber expression, Tang Guosheng looked at a chignon, robust and spirited old man in gray robes who sat across from him. Tang Guosheng was a military man for most of his life and had gone through countless violent storms in his entire life. The were few people that could make him afraid, and the one before him was exactly one of them.
“I need a reason, Dongbei Hu.”
After a long time of silence, Tang Guosheng finally spoke with difficulty.
“Had it been someone else daring to ask he would have become a dead man already, with his entire family eradicated.” Dongbei Hu wore a calm expression and indifferently said. “But Tang Guosheng, you have some relationship with me and I also admire your achievements in the past, so I’ll give you the reason. I owe a favor to the Yao Family; Yao Qingzun has been keeping it and used it now; hence the very reason I came to your family is to return that favor.”