In the seating area of Langya Pavilion.
Madam Su watched Su Muzhe, who had already gained the upper hand in the Martial Arts Arena, nodding in approval with comforting satisfaction.
Among the younger generation of the Su Family, whether in martial arts, character, reputation, or appearance, Su Muzhe was considered the best.
Madam Su patted Zhiwei's hand and asked softly, "What do you think of that cousin Muzhe?"
Zhiwei blinked, vaguely understanding Madam Su's intentions but feigned ignorance by saying, "Cousin Muzhe's swordsmanship is exquisite, he seems to have already suppressed his opponent, he will surely win this battle."
"Hmm, as long as you like it."
Madam Su nodded.
Zhiwei: "..."
Ye Taoyuan beside them listened with helplessness.
The elder and the younger each spoke their minds, yet communicated so smoothly.
She wanted to offer some advice.
But remembering Madam Su's advanced age, the words stopped at her lips.
