Meng Fuyao let out an "Ah".
"I heard that you trespassed the Changhan Secret Forest, raided the Gun Tribe's ancient tombs, fought against Cloud Soul and Mist, winning and losing, winning and losing, breaking a front tooth, filling your entire body with scars. How heroic, how brave, worthy of adoration! Your servant has only heard these stories and has been thinking about it, dreaming about it, wanting to witness it himself, but he knows he's not worthy of asking for it."
Meng Fuyao's mouth fell wide open, her saliva almost dripping out. 'What, what, what, what is he saying? He, he, he, he looks like he's angry? Why, why, why, why is he angry? Wasn't he not angry earlier so why is he suddenly angry now?'
Zhangsun Wuji continued giving her his usual elegant and amiable smile. "It's such a rare occasion today that the great general has allowed your humble servant to witness the scars of your heroic deeds. Your servant extends his utmost gratitude…"
