Cui Zhaoye lowered his head, holding back a laugh, wanting to say "No worries, she still doesn't know who you are," but he couldn't be too cruel to his childhood playmate and handed him a cup of finely poured clear wine, "Alright, eat the rice one spoon at a time—look, there's still another guest here."
He turned around, stretching his hand toward Jiang Yin'er, and said earnestly, "This is Jiang Yin'er from the Shenxiao Sect, the foremost disciple of Master Ying Dao, only sixteen years old. She's just made her name this year, standing in the middle ranks of the Fu List with just two displays of her swordsmanship."
However, there was silence for a moment. She turned her head, only to see Jiang Yin'er holding her sword with both hands, somewhat nervous yet extremely polite, bowing seriously and saying,
"Brother, hello."
"..."