"Little..."
Ji Wushuang looked at Lin Yu's gentle smile with a complicated expression. He was about to speak, but the words stopped at his lips. Given Lin Yu's current strength, it seemed inappropriate to address him as "young friend" like before. After all, the two of them had only met once.
For a moment, Ji Wushuang did not even know how to address Lin Yu.
"Please just call me Xiao Yu, Seniors!"
Seeing Ji Wushuang's slight hesitation, Lin Yu understood the reason after a little thought. He glanced at Ji Xuejun beside him, then spoke softly to the two elders.
"Then this old man will presume upon our familiarity. I never expected that in such a short time, your strength would have reached this level. The young truly surpass the old!"
Ji Wushuang looked at Lin Yu with emotion. When he had met Lin Yu before, Lin Yu had already been very strong—undoubtedly outstanding among the younger generation.
But among the older generation, Lin Yu's strength had not been particularly remarkable. Yet now, Lin Yu's strength had become utterly unfathomable to him. Only a few short months had passed, but Ji Wushuang felt as though everything had changed.
"Indeed. The last time this old man saw you was during the Eight-District Martial Tournament awards ceremony. Who would have thought..."
Wang Ruhai sighed as well, his eyes full of astonishment.
"Seniors, haven't you got things a little backward? I'm not the main character today!"
Lin Yu looked at the two elders with a helpless smile. How had they turned things around like this? He then gave Ji Xuejun, who was watching the show with a grin, a meaningful look, signaling for her to say something quickly. Ji Xuejun's eyes immediately curved into crescents.
Ji Wushuang and Wang Ruhai abruptly came to