Yu Qingzhu had not cared much about being ranked third. Sooner or later, her cultivation would surpass Zhang Caixin's; it was only a matter of time.
But seeing the respect Zhang Caixin showed Yang Yuxin, she felt somewhat disgruntled. My surname is Yu, after all.
It showed that she was still young and could not fully control her emotions—Gu Jiahui had begun cultivating even earlier than her and had now reached the Emergence from Dust Stage. Her cultivation was higher than the Little Celestial Master's, yet because Yang Yuxin was her mother, she could only rank fifth. Who could she complain to?
Her reaction caught the attention of Xiayang University's distinguished alumnus. He smiled and asked gently, "Xiaoyu... is that your given name or your surname?"
"My surname is Yu," Yu Qingzhu replied blandly, thinking, Don't you know about the Yu family of Funiu? "The Yu from metaphor."
How could Senior Tao not have thought of the Yu family of Funiu? He blinked and nodded slightly. "That is a surname worthy of great respect."
Yu Qingzhu knew what he meant, so she explained blandly, "My grandfather is in fairly good health."
"So you really are Elder Yu's granddaughter." The distinguished alumnus was startled again. He glanced at Zhang Caixin and Tang Wenji, but did not dare ask anything further. "Zhiyong and I were classmates. Has his leg gotten any better?"
"My uncle's leg was never a major problem. It was rheumatism left over from his time abroad," Yu Qingzhu answered casually. She had already cured her uncle's leg. "He found an old traditional physician, so he no longer needs to go to Qiong City every year."
Senior Tao was more than a generation younger than Yu Zhiyong and had only been his classmate in a training course, but he knew