"Indeed. I am Fang Yuan, an Elder from Fang Han's clan,"
Fang Yuan said quickly.
The older disciple's expression changed in an instant. His previous coldness and impatience vanished without a trace, replaced by an almost exaggerated warmth and friendliness.
He hastily cupped his fists in a return salute, his tone laced with a thread of reverence.
"Oh my, so you are an elder from True Inheritor Fang's clan! Forgive my disrespect. I have been terribly rude. I hope you can be magnanimous!"
Fang Yuan was stunned by this sudden change in attitude, unable to process it for a moment.
'True Inheritor Fang?'
When he had come more than two months ago, Fang Han was ninety-fifth on the general ranking. Though that was also shocking, the disciple on duty had merely been polite, not nearly this respectful, or even… a bit sycophantic?
Seeing Fang Yuan's confusion, the older disciple quickly explained with a smile:
