"My husband is young and may not speak well, please pardon him, esteemed elder."
Zhou Youwei spoke gracefully and calmly.
However, Zhou Youwei's actions made the gray-robed elder cough intensely, bending over with the effort.
Zhou Youwei was surprised, and tentatively asked, "Is the elder catching a cold?"
The gray-robed elder quickly waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, please have a seat, young lady."
"Elder, please feel free to sit." Zhou Youwei said politely.
The gray-robed elder waved his hand again; "No need, I've been sitting all day, my back is a bit sore so it's good to stand for a while."
Zhou Youwei felt a slight suspicion arise in her heart; this elder seemed somewhat peculiar...
But recalling that this elder was a friend of her husband, she was reassured.
It made sense because her husband was the Undying Night Emperor, and since this was her husband's friend, some peculiarity seemed understandable.
Thus, Zhou Youwei sat back beside Ye Xuan.
