The gesture was neither warm nor hostile, but rather wholly indifferent to the maxims of reality.
Damon accepted the token and scroll with one hand, bowing slightly, the action taken not out of reverence, but acknowledgment.
Behind him, Sun Liang's mouth was half open.
"W-What? No test? No 'show us your will' or 'lift this burning incense with your tongue'?" he whispered, voice low.
Chen Yuan frowned. "He didn't even ask for a name…"
Xue Rou said nothing, her eyes locked on the monk's outstretched hand as if expecting him to pull it back and declare it all a joke. Of course, no such thing occurred.
Damon turned around calmly and walked away, the scroll tucked under his sleeve.
Back among the noise of the Sect Square, the contrast was jarring. Disciples continued to shout slogans while weapons clanged against either training dummies or other weapons.
Nearby, another pair of Iron Banner Hall and Heaven Dew members were mid-argument about territory lines.
