Opening Cermonies, Part I

“Zhou Xie’e, it is quite the surprise to see you here. I did not expect the Zhou Clan’s most famous member to grace us with his presence,” Zhe Dāozhe said in greeting.

Zhou Xie’e smiled amicably. “What are you saying? Since our esteemed sect master couldn’t come, it’s only natural they send someone of high-standing in his place.” The young looking man turned to the pair standing behind Zhe Dāozhe and his smile widened. “And who are these two fine young cultivators?”

“They are my two finest disciples,” Zhe Dāozhe said with a small gesture. “The young man is my son, Zhe Fēnglì. The young woman is called Mei.”

“Mei, what a lovely name. If I am not mistaken, the word ‘mei’ means beautiful in the ancient tongue. I don’t suppose you would remove that veil so I might see whether that name is suiting?” asked Zhou Xie’e. Wu Meiying did not say a single word, causing the young man to shrug. “I suppose you’re not much of a talker.”