The unknown disciple that stepped forward suddenly stepped forward, his movements slow and controlled, yet carrying an air of absolute confidence, as if he had already calculated every possible outcome of this ridiculous challenge and had determined that he alone held the upper hand.
His expression remained unreadable, but the glint in his eyes betrayed amusement.
This was an opportunity—a rare one.
But before anything else, before throwing his own stake into the fire, he knew there was something he had to do first.
With a deep breath, the unknown disciple that stepped forward clasped his hands together in absolute reverence.
He turned first to Elder Fu, lowering his head in a respectful bow, holding the posture for an extended moment before slowly straightening with the practiced elegance of a seasoned disciple.
His tone was composed, but the weight of his words carried a lifetime of admiration and discipline.
