Among the Outer Sect Disciples kneeling on the ground, there were many whose names Lin Mo could recall.
They had often mocked him with the nickname Chamber Pot Boy. Now the wheel of fortune had turned, and no one dared let that teasing name pass their lips again.
Liu Xianzong was kneeling among them too.
Of course, he had no need to kneel. Although his own spirit field had withered, how could Lin Mo possibly ignore it?
But with so many people kneeling, standing there perfectly upright would have made him seem rather out of place, at odds with his usual honest, simplehearted image.
"Get up. What are you all doing? Everyone, get up... Senior Brother Liu, lend me a hand. Help everyone up."
Lin Mo went with the current, giving Liu Xianzong a chance to shine, then declared with righteous conviction, "We belong to the same sect and are as close as brothers. How could I hold those little incidents from the past against you?"
"When I was a Miscellaneous Servant, emptying your night pots was part of my duties. Calling me Night Pot Boy did no real harm. Please don't dwell on it."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and helped Liu Xianzong lift those Outer Sect Disciples to their feet.
He was lifting more than people-he was raising his own prestige.
With that helping hand, the Outer Sect Disciples' eyes filled with gratitude. Even those who had been deeply jealous of Lin Mo felt ashamed of their petty hearts, almost wishing they could kneel again and kowtow to him.
Ultimately, they were merely pitiful people living at the bottom of the Azure Cloud Sect. Lin Mo's magnanimity at that moment had all but won them over completely!
"I wouldn't dare make an absolute promise."
After bustling about