Uncle Su

The Old Blind Man rose and bowed. "May I ask who you are?"

"Cui Chang'an."

Cui Chang'an said with a smile, "I had dealings with your Master, Five Burials. My father, meanwhile, was friends with your grandmaster."

The Old Blind Man suddenly understood. His expression immediately turned solemn as he bowed. "This junior is Yun Zhi Jiu. Greetings, Senior."

Yun Zhi Jiu.

The Old Blind Man's true name.

Cui Chang'an said with a genial smile, "No need for formalities. I had long heard of what happened to your Master. Now that you've come to the Cui Family, simply treat it as your own home. Once I'm done discussing matters with Su... hm, Young Master Su, I'll arrange for you to go before the Myriad Dao Tree."

The Old Blind Man immediately caught his meaning and tactfully took his leave.

Only Su Yi and Cui Chang'an remained in Pine Breeze Pavilion.

The Cui Clan head first activated the pavilion's forbidden formation, cutting off all outside disturbances.

Then, after drawing a deep breath, he gave a solemn bow to Su Yi, who was sipping tea from his cup, and said respectfully:

"This nephew, Cui Chang'an, pays respects to Uncle Su!"

This man had held supreme authority over the Cui Clan for tens of thousands of years. He was himself a towering figure on the imperial path, one of the foremost giants whose mere stomp could shake the Six Paths Royal Region three times over.

Yet now, before Su Yi, his words carried three parts excitement, three parts delight, along with a faint, almost imperceptible restraint and reverence.

He bore the humble, respectful manner of a junior meeting an elder.

Had the Cui Clan's members witnessed this scene, their jaws would surely have dropped in shock.

Su Yi accepted it with perfect composure,