Before the young man stood several elders, all over fifty or sixty years old, with white hair or a mix of gray and white, standing solemnly.,Although Yan Shu tried his best to respond in the dialect of Youyan, he was a southerner after all, so his accent sounded rather stiff. Coupled with his aged voice which was more convincing, Zhao Jun didn't detect any inconsistencies.,Zhao Jun curled up in the corner, his face still full of fear and anxiety, but his heart kept cheering himself up, trying to pull himself out of the uneasy emotions as quickly as possible.。