After bidding farewell to the "young lord," Ji Chengjue silently clapped his hands, as if brushing off invisible dust.
Shortly after,
Master Zhang came over, first squatting down to clean up the broken tea cup lid, then asked:
"Master, isn't this person the young lord from the North?"
Ji Chengjue shook his head, saying:
"I don't know either."
Master Zhang further said:
"Master, even if this person is truly the young lord from the North, it's difficult to have a deep friendship with such a person, not to mention, he is far inferior to Lord Pingye."
"You haven't seen Zheng Fan for quite a long time, have you?"
"It's been a long time indeed, but Master, as the saying goes, judging a person by what they were at three, Lord Pingye might have started from humble origins, but that flair he exuded, others couldn't imitate it even if they tried.
