"It is an honor to have you visit us again, Mr. Qin. Your presence truly graces the Ye estate!" Ye Congjun's voice boomed with vigor as he laughed heartily, striding into the courtyard.
Ever since Qin Fan had repaired his blood vessels and he had taken that elixir, Ye Congjun felt at least twenty or thirty years younger. At this rate, living past one hundred seemed to be the bare minimum!
"Enough with the formalities," Qin Fan responded with a disarming smile. He then turned to Lai Shenxiang and said in a gentle tone, "So you're the familiar face Elder Jizu mentioned. I was wondering who it could be! It's Master Lai!"
"No, no, no! Master Qin, you flatter me. In your presence, how could I be called a master? Please, you're simply mocking me!" Facing Qin Fan's smile, Lai Shenxiang dropped all pretense of cynicism, smiling wryly as if they were old acquaintances.
But it was to be expected. In front of Qin Fan, how could he dare call himself a master? Was he even worthy of the title?
