"I have seen Princess Qingwei," Ji Xinghuo nodded in response, neither flattering nor feigning indifference, "I am Jin."
Examining his face, Titanium Cobalt Qingwei candidly said, "Congratulations on becoming a Dragon Lord! You look so different from when you were at the Destructive Dragon Festival that I didn't recognize you at first, please forgive me."
"No problem," Ji Xinghuo didn't mind.
"As the host who failed to recognize a guest, I have already been rude," Titanium Cobalt Qingwei said softly, "Let me toast to you as an apology."
Seeing her insistence, Ji Xinghuo agreed.
"Auntie Lan, Jin, please take your seats."
Titanium Cobalt Qingwei led the two to the venue, arranging them in adjacent seats in the same row as herself under the gaze of everyone. She picked up a cup of wine from her table, approached Ji Xinghuo, and raised her cup as a gesture.
