Ye Wushang looked at Qing Chen on the carriage, grinned, and said:
"You must be Qing Chen. Heh, you really suit my tastes. You're much more interesting than those old sticks-in-the-mud inside and outside the sect. I like you. 'Shushan Sword Chief'-what a marvelous title you've come up with!
"When, thousands of years from now, my name rings throughout the world and I become a legend, when everyone calls me 'Shushan Sword Chief' or 'Sword Chief,' you, too, will surely be remembered. After all, you were the first to call me that."
Qing Chen froze at his words, thinking, Uh... this kid, how could he be so... so impossible to put into words?
To put it in the language of his previous life, Ye Wushang truly had a severe case of chuunibyou.
Qing Chen smiled, then assumed a serious expression and said, "Let's leave aside this talk of liking me. By the way, did you bring a Wedding Gift?"
"A Wedding Gift? What Wedding Gift?" Ye Wushang looked bewildered.
Qing Chen raised his eyebrows. "Today is my Golden Core Ceremony!"
"Ah, well... I don't bring spirit stones when I go out." Ye Wushang scratched his head awkwardly, then turned to Li Si beside him and asked:
"You there, Martial Nephew Li, what Wedding Gift did you prepare?"
Li Si hurriedly replied, "Junior Martial Uncle, uh... weren't you supposed to prepare the Wedding Gift?"
Ye Wushang waved impatiently and said, "Give me that Storage Ring. The one that old man gave you earlier."
He had never liked using any means other than his sword, so he left many matters in Li Si's keeping.
Not daring to disobey, Li Si obediently handed Ye Wushang a high-quality Storage Ring.
Ye Wushang took the ring, glanced casually inside, rummaged through it, and selected something