(That vibrato sent chills up Shen Yuan's spine, okay, actual chills. Jin Guangyao should absolutely be proud of himself for this.)

"Just address her like you would an older cultivator," is Shen Yuan's answer. "She likes to put on airs and talk like she's a noble lady, but at the end of the day a sword is still just a weapon, and a weapon's only as good as its wielder, right?" He opens his eyes to smile at Jin Guangyao. "After that little fiasco on the group chat, I think she could stand to learn a little humility."