"This one is an old stickler, changing habits established over many years is very difficult, and it can't be done in an instant," Ye Fan looked at the Chief Steward, who was sincere and fearful, sighed, and said, "Alright, call whatever you like."
"Young Master, the Master is not here, let me support you to the Hundred Herbs House for a brief rest, where I can personally administer the acupuncture treatment," the Chief Steward said respectfully. For a person like the Chief Steward, whose traditional thinking was deeply rooted, the Master's Disciple was without a doubt the Young Master, who must be afforded ample respect.
The terms "Young Master" and "Master" sound quite out of place nowadays, but they are also a cultural legacy.
With the help of the Chief Steward, Ye Fan limped over to the newly built Hundred Herbs House. In such a short period of time, the Hundred Herbs House had been renovated, and the air was still filled with a faint scent of wood.
