The courtyard wasn't large, but it was elegantly laid out. A few drought-resistant trees grew inside, sheltering a stone table and several stone stools beneath their branches.
Prince Tamur was already waiting there. Seeing Xu Wuyi enter, he stood up and came forward to greet him.
"Fellow Xu, welcome, welcome," Prince Tamur said with a smile, his attitude even more polite than before. "Wait, no, I should call you Grandmaster Xu now."
Xu Wuyi bowed slightly. "You're too polite, Your Highness the Prince. Please, just call me by my name."
Prince Tamur shook his head. "That won't do. A Grandmaster is a Grandmaster; the proper etiquette cannot be neglected. Come, please take a seat."
In his heart, he knew very well that since Xu Wuyi and his daughter were old classmates, they didn't need much formality. However, his own relationship with the young man was somewhat distant and required careful cultivation.
