"Youngster, don't be rash," Elder Zhang said to Xue Wei through voice compression. Xue Wei turned around and answered in the same way, "Senior, do not worry about me, I know my own limits."
When Xue Wei replied through voice compression, Elder Zhang’s eyes widened in surprise. Never had he expected that this youngster would know how to compress his voice like himself.
The Elder stroked his beard, a smile on his face. He looked at the Little Tribe Chief and noticed how she was anxiously looking at Xue Wei. Her small hands were clenched in front of her chest, and her lips were pressed tightly together. It was clear that she was very nervous about Xue Wei sealing his trump card.
"Little Tribe Chief, you like this youngster?" Elder Zhang asked gently. Only he, the Little Tribe Chief, and the other elders heard the question. They turned to look at young woman, whose face had turned beet red.