"The Khan?"
Young Master Jia scrutinized Ashina Zhuxie up and down, half puzzled, and said, "Are you Ashina Tong?... No, he's not this tall."
Upon hearing Ashina Tong's name, Ashina Zhuxie's eyes revealed a hint of sharp coldness, yet he spoke calmly, "Do you take this Khan for only that yellow-haired lad hiding under a woman's skirt?"
Hearing this, Young Master Jia immediately understood something, still looking at him doubtfully, "Ashina Shali isn't as young as you."
Ashina Zhuxie's gaze grew sharper, "Father Khan has passed away."
Young Master Jia widened his eyes slightly.
After a moment, he sighed deeply and said, "So that's how it is."
Ashina Zhuxie kept his gaze intense on him, about to say something, when Young Master Jia suddenly said, "If you wish to enter, do come in, provided you don't mind my humble hut's simplicity cannot accommodate many."
Saying this, he released his hand and turned back into the house.
