"Grandfather Fagle, on behalf of my grandfather, I raise this cup to you. May you enjoy good health and all the best." Tiro, the grandson of Teirhaus, dressed all in white, raised his glass, smiling at Fagle.
Fagle drained the good wine in his glass and laughed heartily, "Grandson! Don't be shy, I've heard about your early achievements. Today, they are indeed no exaggeration! At such a young age, you were even noticed and accepted as a nominal disciple by the Northern Sword Saint. Your grandfather is truly lucky! You are far better than my grandsons who are without promise and only know how to wine and dine all day."