Hearing Weilan's words, Elder Qin's lips twitched slightly, his tone revealing no emotion, only a trace of subtle sarcasm: "What a sharp-tongued girl."
Weilan smiled and said, "You're not the first person to say that."
Elder Qin squinted slightly, looking at Weilan, scrutinizing the young girl, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you think speaking to your elders like this shows a lack of manners?"
"For people whom I truly respect, I show deep respect and would never speak inappropriately, but for those who don't deserve respect, I can't feign it," Weilan spoke each word clearly, "Justice resides in people's hearts. To earn respect, one must first respect themselves, wouldn't you agree, Elder Qin?"
Hearing these words from the young girl, Elder Qin naturally understood her meaning.
Elder Qin said no more, but his gaze at Weilan carried a deeper implication.
Weilan met the old man's gaze openly and unflinchingly.
They sat in silence for a while longer.
