Old Mr. Ji Weiyuan is a man of high integrity and pride, embodying some scholarly elegance, and rarely lowers his posture so actively toward anyone.
Moreover, the person he excitedly shook hands with and thanked was a girl nearly forty to fifty years younger than him, still attending high school.
"A young hero," clearly shows his sincere appreciation.
"Old Mr. Ji flatters me," Lu Sheng responded, gripping Ji Weiyuan's hand earnestly, "I merely did what a Chinese person ought to do, it's nothing special."
"Compared to me, who has a talent in combat strength, Ji Yan, who went to compete risking his life for the artifacts, truly deserves the most admiration."
Ji Weiyuan hadn't expected such a young girl to speak and behave with a humility and steadiness beyond her years.
When praised and expressed gratitude by him, her first reaction was not to boast about herself but to mention her grandson's patriotic zeal and dedication in front of him.