"Uncle War Wolf!" Ma Bi quickly stood up, cupped his fists, and bowed, his expression one of utmost respect. This wasn't an act; it was genuine admiration. Before his father had gotten involved with Spirit Selection, he had been a captain in this very War Wolf Mercenary Corps. He often told his son stories of War Wolf's ferocity, and through this constant exposure, Ma Bi had come to hold the man in high regard. But hearing about someone was nothing like meeting them in person. When he saw War Wolf's burly frame, covered in countless scars from Magical Beasts and sword blades, his very soul trembled. This man had been baptized in endless blood.
