Song Qingshu rose to greet them. "Our identities are rather sensitive, so we have no choice but to be cautious."
"That is true." Yelü Qi smiled and stepped aside to introduce the elderly man beside him. "This is my father."
"I have long admired your great name, sir. It is an honor to meet you!" Song Qingshu was not merely being polite. Yelü Chucai was one of history's finest ministers; many of the Yuan dynasty's institutions had been established by him. The Mongols had conquered the realm from horseback, but their ability to rule it securely after dismounting owed much to Yelü Chucai.
Though Yelü Qi was also a rare talent, if they truly compared abilities, ten Yelü Qis would not equal one Yelü Chucai.
Sensing the earnestness in his gaze, Yelü Chucai was instead somewhat flattered. "King Qi truly overpraises us. Over these years, it has been King Qi's name that has thundered across the land."
In this world, Liao Country had not yet fallen, and Yelü Chucai and the others had not gone to the Mongol Empire. Naturally, there was no storyline from The Return of the Condor Heroes in which the Empress persecuted them and forced them south to seek refuge in Song. Relatively speaking, Yelü Chucai had not even begun to shine brilliantly upon history's stage. In terms of reputation alone, he was indeed far inferior to Song Qingshu at present.
But Song Qingshu was a transmigrator who knew Yelü Chucai's capabilities. It was like playing a Romance of the Three Kingdoms game and recruiting people such as Xun Yu and Zhuge Liang before they had made their names. That feeling of winning the lottery was beyond description.
Because of Song Qingshu's warmth, the atmosphere between the two sides remained pleasant. After exchanging pleasantries for a