Ouyang forgot one more person- a man's impatient ancestor!

It's belated, but he appreciates the small man's manners either way. Some degree of his prickliness calms, though not nearly enough of it. He's just.. he's feeling worn and uncomfortable. The greeting he's received here has done little to make him feel well either.

"I'm Ye Baiyi," he answers, though he doesn't bow. His eyes stray to the braids and somehow they make his chest hurt even worse. "Who are you to Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing?"