The Soul Map.

"Shao Ling! What did I tell you about speaking of the clan's secrets?"

The stern voice of Shao Han interrupted as he stepped into the side hall. His expression was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to his tone.

"My apologies, Nephew Yan," he said, regaining his composure. "It took longer than expected to deal with the other guests." He sighed. "Don't pay any mind to my daughter—she tends to be an alarmist."

Yan Jin remained unruffled. "I have no interest in prying into your family's affairs. That is not my reason for coming."

Shao Han studied him for a moment before nodding. "Then we can speak honestly." He took a seat, gesturing for them to continue.

Yan Jin leaned forward slightly. "I am Yan Jin, from Pine City in the Northern Region. If that name doesn't ring a bell, perhaps you have heard of the blood witch attack that devastated it. We lost many—entire families were wiped out. The three of us are orphans because of it."