Jiang Xuan walked to Jiang Jiuye and bowed his hands.
"Ninth Uncle."
Jiang Jiuye nodded and smiled, and gently lowered the veil.
Jiang Xuan turned to Shi Sanxing again, and gave a big salute.
"Junior Jiang Siyu pays respects to the sect master."
Shi Sanxing touched the moustache on his lips, looked up and down the young man in front of him a few times, and suddenly raised his hand, hooked his fingers, called Jiang Yu to his side, leaned against her ear and whispered: "It's really good to be born. It's a talented person, but the mind is a bit heavy."
Jiang Yu's face was slightly red, and he raised his eyes to peek at Jiang Xuan's expression, knowing that at such a close distance, he must be able to hear it. Thinking of this, his face turned red.