"Of course it is," Chu Cizhao muttered to the side.
Turning his gaze back to Xu Zimei, he walked over with a smile and asked, "You're the profligate member of the Great Skies lineage, right?"
"Am I that famous?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
"No, no, no, this young master has taken special notice of you.
I really appreciate you," Chu Cizhao said with satisfaction.
"May I ask how the young master should be addressed?" Xu Zimei looked at Chu Cizhao, feigning ignorance as he asked.
"This young master is Chu Cizhao; 'Cizhao' as in the phrase 'At the break of day, bidding farewell to the White Emperor amid the colorful clouds'," Chu Cizhao explained proudly.
"Ah, so you're Young Master Chu.
I have long admired you from afar and am fortunate to finally meet you," Xu Zimei quickly stood up, cupped his fists, and said.
"No need for such formalities, just mutual admiration," Chu Cizhao said with a nod and a smile.
