"The Ancestor has given undue praise."
Chen Yi seldomly stood up straight with hands clasped, gracefully bowed.
The Ancestor of the Qin Family raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Why, are you being formal with me here?"
"I certainly don't wish to be formal with the Ancestor. To speak boldly, the Ancestor has a temper that suits me, and I too have a temper that suits the Ancestor, but no matter what, I am still an outsider to the Qin Family, and must be formal."
"Outsider, who sees you as an outsider, who dares to see you as an outsider?"
"Qin Qingluo."
The brief three words left Qin Xuzhi quite astonished.
When Chen Yi previously spoke about being an outsider, it was undoubtedly a tactical retreat to gain favor; how could Qin Xuzhi not know? He went with the flow, lending this junior a hand.
