"Truly, the Matriarch has been reborn in fire!"
Yilan's expression remained a mask of cool, regal indifference. She didn't yield an inch of her dignity to the man's fawning.
"The heavens favor those who protect their own, Patriarch He," she replied, her voice smooth and hard as polished jade.
"I did what was necessary. My recovery is merely a sign that the Tang Clan's work in this city is far from finished."
He nodded and finally, the He Patriarch's eyes landed on Shen Yu. He pressed his hands together in a respectful salute, his rings clinking as he leaned in, desperate to catch the "saint's" attention.
"And of course... the Golden Paragon himself!" the He Patriarch cried out, loud enough for the neighboring tables to fall silent.
"To see such a young talent rising like a sovereign dragon among us... truly, the heavens have blessed Thousand Waves City with your presence, Young Master Tang."
