Liam blinked at Mitchell's unstable bow. In his mind, they were beyond polite introductions after the murder attempt, especially in such solemn fashion. That serious vibe actually led to some speechlessness.
Liam had been relatively famous ever since his time in Krosstoen's mountain, so he had grown accustomed to attention. His talent had even created a similar environment in the Sect until his actions turned it into infamy.
Yet, Mitchell's bow carried something different. It wasn't a mere customary greeting. It wasn't even the fake politeness of people who wanted to befriend Liam due to his incredible potential.
That bow was about status, something that Liam had failed to experience due to unlucky timing. His fellow inner disciples were rooting experts, his superiors, while the outer disciples feared and hated him, making Mitchell his first.
