How could Ye Wangchuan let an elder over 60 lower his head and thank him? He changed the topic. "Elder Cheng, have you thought of a name?"
"This…" As expected, Master Cheng walked out of his sentimental mood and smiled. "I already had a name for it 20 years ago."
"What is it?"
"The Tsar."
Ye Wangchuan repeated the name in his mind and praised it with a bright expression. "Good name."
"As long as you think it's good." Master Cheng's main purpose for calling him was to report the Tsar's progress to him. Now that he was done, he said, "I'll write up a report for you later."
"Alright." Ye Wangchuan was still lazy, but his eyes were clear as he returned to the desk. He did not reject Master Cheng's suggestion of a report.
Master Cheng was considered his grandfather according to seniority. Outside, Ye Wangchuan would be a junior.
