"Your subordinates greet you, young master! We failed to welcome you from afar and have neglected you. Please forgive us!"
A flurry of hurried yet steady footsteps approached. Zhao Jun, Qian Da, and the other two arrived as swiftly as the wind, bowing in unison with their hands clasped. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their voices respectful and earnest, their bearing humble to the utmost. Their etiquette left not the slightest fault to find.
At the sight, a gentle smile lifted the corners of Ying Ming Hao's lips. He promptly raised a hand and waved, signaling that they need not stand on ceremony:
"Please rise, everyone. There is no need for such formality.
I came in a hurry today. Since I summoned you so early, I imagine most of you haven't had breakfast yet.
Come, come. Sit down and join me for something to eat."
He naturally understood that food was heaven to the people, all the more so for cultivators like them.
Three meals a day might seem ordinary, but they were also an important part of strengthening blood and vital energy, nourishing spiritual power, and sustaining daily activity.
Besides, he had summoned them in haste from their warm beds first thing in the morning. Denying them even a mouthful of hot food would have been far too inconsiderate, lacking the generosity with which a superior won people's hearts.
"Thank you for your generous favor, young master!"
The four were overjoyed at his words. They hurriedly bowed once more before taking their seats around the table in turn, as instructed. Picking up their chopsticks, they dug in without restraint.
In truth, all of them had already eaten breakfast and were not hungry. Yet none dared say they were full-to be granted a meal and dine with the young