Ji Changsheng looked up and swept over the three old fellows speaking, then turned to Yue Qingzhao, "Don't tell me, these three are the so-called bearers of the merit flame? I would be rather disappointed if that's the case."
Yue Qingzhao spoke truly, "The first two are servants subdued by Old Man Shang, the last one is the merit bearing Old Man Li."
"Old Man Li? Which Li?" Ji Changsheng asked.
Old Man Li replied, "The Li you're thinking of."
Prime Minister Li stepped forward and bowed, "I, Zhizhang, pay my respects to you, ancestral sir."
Old Man Li merely waved at Prime Minister Li, still staring at Ji Changsheng, "Little Ji, I've heard about you. Ignoring your past deeds, can't you even respect elders and cherish the young? Didn't Changxi teach you well?"
Ji Changsheng squinted his eyes.
"Old man, are you pulling rank on me?"
"Even Changxi pays her respects to me. Don't I have the right to pull rank?"
