"Uncle Master, is that person dressed in black your beloved?"
In the crowd, a pretty young girl suddenly approached Zhao Xiyan, asking quietly.
Zhao Xiyan remained silent.
Everyone else was focused on the martial arts competition, not paying attention to this side.
The young man next to the girl was also watching the match, but upon hearing her words, he perked up his ears.
This pair of young boy and girl were the granddaughter and grandson of the Jiangzhou Governor, the boy named Pan Wenxuan and the girl named Pan Shuyi. They were a few years younger than Zhao Xiyan but were a generation lower, hence they had to call her Uncle Master.
Pan Shuyi continued, "It's said his talent is exceptional; can he compare with our little uncle?"
Zhao Xiyan still did not speak.
Pan Wenxuan, realizing that she seemed reluctant to discuss this matter, gently tugged his sister's sleeve, signaling her to stop talking.
