A Pure Person Instinctively Respects Another Pure Person

Situ Xuan said nothing. He waited.

Lin San stood before Situ Xuan, looking down at him as he sat in his chair. He was half a head shorter than Situ Xuan, but at that moment, he was standing while Situ Xuan was seated, so his gaze fell from above.

Yet he did not feel superior in the slightest.

Because the man before him stood taller even while seated than those who were standing.

Lin San extended his hand.

"Hello, I'm Lin San."

Brief and direct, without a single unnecessary word or any embellishment.

Lin San had always been a man of few words, even when facing Situ Xuan, who could blow him apart with a single punch. In his world, language existed to convey information, not emotion. Once the information was delivered, that was enough. Saying one extra word was wasteful.

Situ Xuan examined the man before him.

Lin San was a lean young man with above-average looks and an above-average build. He appeared far calmer than Teng Teng, carrying an ethereal, almost weightless air about him.

But his stance was different.

His feet were shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, his weight resting on the balls of his feet. His body leaned forward a little, his hands hung naturally at his sides, and his fingertips pointed downward. This posture could be found in any combat textbook. It was the most basic, standard, and technically undemanding combat-ready stance.

Yet Lin San had brought that stance to the utmost extreme.

His body was like a fully drawn bow. Every muscle fiber was poised to exert maximum force, every nerve maintained the highest reaction speed, and every joint had been adjusted to the most reasonable angle. He was not merely standing there; he was gathering momentum. He was not preparing for battle. He