Mo An approached Ye Ying with a smile, and said, "Oh, look who it is, Ye Ying! It's been so many years, you've really changed a lot! You're much more upright and handsome than before! Your aura is completely different; you're no longer that pitiful little underling, but the Left Wing Lord of Qianji Pavilion."
"Seeing you like this always reminds me of the days you helped the Pavilion Master with serving tea and running errands on missions."
"I really miss those times. Back then, you were so innocent."
These seemingly complimentary and nostalgic words were actually filled with hidden daggers everywhere.
Mo An was intentionally or unintentionally reminding Ye Ying of what he used to be like, his status, what kind of little lackey he was... Even though today his status with Mo An is vastly different, and he can even stand shoulder to shoulder with his former master, it doesn't change the fact that he once lived under others' noses.
Ye Ying listened, feeling uncomfortable inside.
