Song Yitang pondered for a moment before realizing she didn't even remember her Master's full name!
She shook her head, "Surname Ye."
Old Master Xue's eyes widened, he dropped his cane and confirmed repeatedly, "Could it be Ye Shoulin? Is he your Master?"
"I'm not sure either; Master never revealed his full name to me."
The crowd stood rooted to the spot, foggy-headed and silent, unaccustomed to seeing the old master so agitated.
"Dad, let's eat first, the food will get cold soon."
Having finally found a promising talent, Old Master Xue could hardly care about dining, yet he took into account Song Yitang.
He could only nod in agreement, "Let's eat first, Xiao Song, come sit beside me."
And so, Song Yitang was promoted from the junior table to the main table, with the great-aunt, who had been sharp-tongued earlier, being called out to switch places.
The great-aunt's complexion turned even uglier with anger.
