An Old Friend Arrives
At that moment, in the main hall of the Moon Mirror Sect, on the western side of White Night Space, a tall, lean man stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Beside him stood an old man with graying hair and a solemn, grave expression. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, and his silence seemed to weigh heavily on the room.
Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps sounded outside the hall. Before anyone appeared, a clear, cheerful voice rang out with a laugh: "My apologies, my apologies! I didn't know you two distinguished guests were visiting today, so I failed to welcome you properly. I hope you'll forgive me!"
Li Siter turned around, wearing the same gentle smile. "Sect Master Yin, you flatter me. I was the one who came unannounced and imposed on you; I should be the one apologizing."
He smiled slightly, clasped his hands, and greeted the middle-aged man beside him. "I'm Yin Zhihao. Greetings, Elder Fu."
The old man turned his head slightly and gave him a faint nod in acknowledgment.
Yin Zhihao hurriedly welcomed them. "Please, have a seat!"
Li Siter smiled and nodded, then gestured for the old man to sit first. But the old man remained stiff-kneed and refused to sit.
With a helpless smile, Li Siter had no choice but to take half a seat himself. Only then did the old man sit down.
There was no helping it. In the eyes of these elders, a young master from an Aristocratic Clan outranked them in status, seniority, and even strength.
Especially when they were away from home and he appeared as the Eldest Young Master of the Moxue Li Family, the old man was particularly careful, not daring to slight him in the slightest.
Yin Zhihao kept smiling