They greeted Dou Xinshi and Old Tiger Zhao at the table with a polite bow and cupped hands.
It wasn't formality for formality's sake.
In the cultivation world, if you were the one seeking a conversation, especially with someone who wasn't beneath you in standing, it was only respectful to offer proper greetings first.
Even more so when the other party clearly didn't ask for your time.
And right now?
They were the ones who wanted something.
It didn't matter if they were emperors or sect masters. In this moment, in this store, they were simply people requesting an audience.
And so they bowed first.
The elders and members of the Shrouded Blade followed right after, respectfully greeting and bowing in turn.
Then they stood there.
Awkwardly.
Like guests at a banquet who arrived too early and didn't know where to sit.
And in front of them - two men at a table, completely ignoring their presence.
A whole minute passed.
Old Tiger Zhao finally looked up.
