Qin Xuexiao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing down at the kneeling Mu Bingjiu.
There was a hint of coldness on his face as he glanced at the steward badge in Elder Nangong Yue's hand out of the corner of his eye.
As a superior, carrying out the mission appointed by the Ancestor Emperor, Mu Bingjiu's action had indeed displeased him.
In his view, it was entirely unnecessary.
However, thinking deeper, he only felt that this Court's lackey had clearly developed feelings for the Daoist Sect.
Your respect for the Daoist Sect is weakening your loyalty to the organization, to Moon Country.
"Should I call you Niu Yuanshan, or Mu Bingjiu?" Qin Xuexiao said in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man respectfully kneeled on the ground, his tone full of humility, yet he circulated his internal Spiritual Power, allowing his voice to resonate throughout the place:
"Humble servant! Mu Bingjiu! Pays respects to Young Master!"
Qin Xuexiao walked forward two steps.
