"Uncle, please have some tea."
In the little courtyard, Jiang'er offered a cup of tea to the State Preceptor Cheng Yuxiao with both hands, and also brought over a plate of seeds and dried fruit. "Uncle, have some seeds; they're really tasty."
"Uncle?"
State Preceptor Cheng Yuxiao froze for a moment upon hearing this address.
How many years had it been since anyone had called him that?
"Little girl, what's your name?"
"My name is Jiang'er, Xu Jiang. Xu Jin is my brother."
"You have a good brother," the State Preceptor observed Jiang'er.
To be honest, as his cultivation level had grown stronger over the years, and as he had become more high and mighty, the majority of those who dared to speak to him as equals were the aged. As for the young people, they would tremble in his presence, their words fumbling.
But being addressed like this by the little girl had stirred a sense of reflection in him.
