"Four Great Prodigies? Heh... Compared to your Yu Race, my Yan Family falls far short."
Facing Yu Zhu's words, Yama curled a sly smile, his gaze cold.
"Not at all!" Yu Zhu shook her head hurriedly, oblivious to the silk sliding off her shoulder, "Though the Yu Race is one of the Four Ancient Races, it ranks at the bottom, sometimes even lower than the Eight Great Families..."
Yama did not respond, only asked lightly: "Have the messages been sent out?"
"They've been sent out!" Yu Zhu's eyes gleamed with anticipation, "My cousin should arrive soon. She is gentle in temperament and will surely be compatible with Yama."
"Very good."
Yama's lips curved slightly, a cold glint passing through his eyes.
Yu Zhu adjusted her clothing, hesitating: "How does Yama know about cousin Yu Yan? She's always been low key within the clan, with few aware of her..."
Yama put down his long knife, walked slowly closer, and sat beside her.
