Song Ji waved to everyone, laughing: "Haha, you're all too polite, it's just a mere Third Grade Inferior Talisman, hardly worth mentioning, hardly worth mentioning..."
He was full of modesty, but the smile on his face completely betrayed him.
As the Eldest Young Master of the Song family, wherever he goes, he receives the highest level of treatment that his status brings him.
However, he had never seen so many people flattering him like this before.
Song Ji sighed inwardly, thinking the Huaya people are indeed too humble. They praise so tactfully, unlike foreigners.
When foreigners speak, they're very direct, especially when complimenting someone, they use every good word they can, as if afraid the flattery isn't loud enough.
Xiao Ling suddenly said: "Song Ji, since you said a mere Third Grade Inferior Talisman is hardly worth mentioning, does that mean you have plenty of such talismans?"
