"Strange, isn't it?" Seeing Fang Jueyu's expression, the Chief couldn't help but laugh, "Don't underestimate the power of a nation. Your family's presence is interwoven throughout thousands of years of Huaxia's development history. Some things fade from memory, but there are many ways they can be recorded."
The Chief pulled a very old book from the shelf. Inside was a large piece of animal skin, inscribed with some words in an obscure language, and most prominently, a totem symbol representing the Fang Family.
"This should be your family's emblem, right?"
"It seems you know about it, Chief." Fang Jueyu wasn't overly tense. Even if the Chief knew his true identity, he wouldn't pose any threat to him.
"I know a little. This totem existed long before the earliest dynasties of Huaxia. A family that has been around for thousands of years wouldn't be ordinary, even if they started as one, right?"
