How Much Do You Know About the Past? (Part Two)

This set of words was very coarse and the logic behind them was rather crude as well, yet like a stone, it was rather sturdy and impossible to rebut. The Mausoleum of Books was this sort of special place. If you did not care for seniority, if you feared no man, then in this place you need not fear any man. Before the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, everyone was equal.

Ji Jin’s body trembled with rage. With a trembling voice he said, “Very good, very good, and what family are you from, that you would actually dare…”

“You want to know of my origin, so that you can get people outside of the mausoleum take care of me?”

Without the slightest bit of concern on his face, Tang Thirty-Six declared, “I am the sole grandson of the Wenshui Tangs. If the Scholartree Manor is willing to offend my esteemed grandfather, then they are welcome to try.”