He keeps his pace slow and even to make it easier on his tiny passenger, ignoring the way his skin crawled at the idea of something so small close to his neck. He's been bitten by a corpse-eater there, and for some reason he was reminded of that crawling sensation. It helped though as the tiny monkey started talking. It got his mind away from that memory and focus on something much less stressful.

Well, maybe not. His family's business wasn't a secret per-say, but he had spent a lot of time trying to distance himself from it after he had tried to get involved in it. The problems of a misspent youth.

"Records that my grandfather made over the years," he says, tucking the book back into his inner pocket. It seems that the staff weren't paying them too much attention even if one of them was the size of coffee cup.

"Not here." Cultivator? Is that what his new friend was? Wu Xie frowned, wondering if it was similar to what he's seen in movies. "Too many ears."

People had to live. Sometimes what they did in order to survive would be considered wrong by others. Wu Xie maybe naive but he was not stupid. He wouldn't talk about the family until they were some where a little private.