The young foxkin stepped forward with a composed posture, his long ears twitching ever so slightly as his gaze settled upon Lin Mu. For a brief moment, his eyes lingered, as if trying to confirm something he had already been told but still found difficult to believe.
Then, without hesitation, he bowed deeply.
"This one greets Honored Master."
The choice of words did not go unnoticed.
Lin Mu raised a brow faintly.
Not Honored Disciple.
Not Senior.
Not even Holder of the Decree.
Honored Master.
It was a title that carried a very specific implication, one that most would not dare to use so casually. And yet, from the look on Xueyan's face, there was no hesitation or doubt at all.
If anything…
There was reverence.
Lin Mu could already tell.
If not for the presence of Minister Ren and the others, the young foxkin would have likely dropped to his knees and begun kowtowing right there, just like Temple Head Puyi had done earlier.
