A Display of Proficiency!
Zhou Wenxian gazed at Han Xixue, his expression filled with melancholy and helplessness. "You do possess some talent for playing the Chinese traditional zither, but your talent is rather limited. Yet, you seem overly confident in yourself. As your master, I don't want to constantly undermine your confidence, so I haven't told you that your performance is lacking."
Han Xixue couldn't believe the truth was like this.
Clenching her teeth, her face displayed a variety of unpleasant expressions, she retorted, "Master, are you suggesting that Ye Shengge plays much better than I do? Is she even more skilled than you?"
Zhou Wenxian immediately became serious, tapping his cane heavily. "Of course, she's better! Otherwise, she wouldn't be my senior sister!"
"Furthermore, how can you address your senior by their name directly? It's disrespectful! Apologize to your senior immediately!"