Lin Mu stepped forward calmly.
"Please, be at ease," he said. "I do not concern myself with such formalities."
A subtle shift passed through the elders.
They were clearly relieved as a mix of respect and admiration appeared in their eyes.
One of the elders stepped forward slightly. His fur was a deep, fiery red, marking him clearly as a member of the Flame Fur Foxkin Clan.
"We thank you for your understanding," he said.
And with a simple gesture of his hand the floor responded.
The wooden surface beneath Lin Mu and his companions began to move, rising gently. Vines emerged, weaving themselves together with fluid precision. They twisted and layered, forming the structure of chairs within seconds.
Then, soft moss spread across them, followed by delicate leaves that adjusted themselves into perfect cushioning.
The chairs were naturally elegant and yet they seemed very comfortable which was confirmed once Lin Mu and the others took their seats.
