Zhao Qing's enthusiastic and respectful manner,
not to mention Zhao Tong and the group of Outer Sect disciples, even Chen Ye was confused.
Was this really the same Senior Brother Zhao Qing they knew, the one who held his head high with a modest reputation in the Outer Sect before his promotion to the Inner Sect?
Why was he being so courteous to a Spirit Plant Steward?
"Brother, did you... did you mistake him for someone else?"
Zhao Tong rubbed his eyes, finding it hard to believe as he looked at his brother's face filled with smiles, then at Chen Ye's indifferent expression, feeling the world had turned a bit fantastical.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qing's smile instantly faded. He turned his head, giving his disappointing younger brother a cold glare and admonished him in a low voice:
"Shut up! Hurry up and apologize to Uncle Chen!"
