Zheng Fan had just been about to speak
when Mr. Chen directly said:
"Yes."
Zheng Fan stood up and saluted again:
"In front of you two, this junior doesn't dare call himself 'sir'; just call me Mingzhe."
The man in the white robe smiled and said:
"No wonder Master Yao took a liking to this disciple. This composure and bearing are indeed uncommon."
One was a publicly acknowledged Chu swordsmith,
the other was himself,
the Regent Prince, who though he had not revealed his identity, knew full well that not just anyone could remain calm in his presence.
At this moment, Zheng Fan's calm, in the Regent Prince's eyes, was precisely what they called "the manner of a great house."
They would never have guessed that the man sitting before them was Yan's Lord Pingye;
a great general who had once faced the Yan Emperor, the Earl of North Border, Lord Jingnan, and had long been tempered in the fires of war.
