"If they're not telling, then they are hiding something."

He picks up his tea cup and takes a sip, watching as cultivator takes out his empathy and starts typing in numbers, wondering if it will work and how but not about to try it himself with out first making sure. He could attempt to use his cellphone but that might prove futile; who knows what bugs were placed on it since he came through the mirror. It was better to be safe than make a misstep in a new place after all.

"Oh, that's right, I was going to tell you a little about the book and my family, wasn't I?" Not the full truth, but, well, how many people would know what he was talking about here anyways?

"I'm from the Hangzhou Wu family, Fifth of the Changsha Old Nine. We're grave robbers."