Soon, ripples spread through the void, and a figure slowly emerged, as if stepping out of a painting. His arrival caused no disturbance at all; even the ripples in the void seemed like gentle waves on water, soft and soothing.
Everyone bowed in unison. "Greetings, Governor Lord."
"Greetings, Governor Lord."
No matter who they were, or whether they came from a humble family, everyone bowed respectfully at that moment.
Lu Yin looked up and got a clear view of Mu Xie. He was a middle-aged man who looked quite refined, but he wasn't Mr. Mu. Lu Yin felt a pang of disappointment.
Of everyone present, only Lu Yin dared sneak a glance upward. Everyone else bowed deeply, including Great Elder Ni Huang.
Even with his extremely high seniority, he still wasn't qualified unless he reached the Ancestral Realm.
Mu Xie looked at Lu Yin and noticed him sneaking a glance. He smiled faintly.
Lu Yin's heart gave a jolt, and he hurriedly bowed deeply.
"That's enough. There's no need for such formalities," Mu Xie said gently.
Everyone bowed once more before finally standing.
Everyone who saw Mu Xie was thrilled. Not just anyone was qualified to meet someone from the Ancestral Realm; it was something they could brag about for the rest of their lives.
But those in the Zhongping Realm—and even those beyond Dragon Mountain—couldn't see him. The light simply couldn't carry Mu Xie's image to them.
"Long Qi, I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time," Mu Xie said, looking at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin was uneasy. "Thank you for your favor, Governor Lord."
"Would you be willing to become my disciple?" Mu Xie asked directly.
Everyone was surprised. They hadn't expected him to be so straightforward.
Lu Yin was nervous. What was he