He cleared his throat, tidied his clothes, and assumed the demeanor of a senior member of the sect. He stuck out his chin, clasped his hands behind his back, and strode forward.
The mission office was one of the busiest places within the sect, and today, as usual, it was teeming with people. The hustle and bustle of outer sect disciples coming and going could be heard from a distance.
When Yan Xiaobao arrived, he stood there with a benevolent smile on his face, surveying all the outer sect disciples.
People noticed that almost as soon as he appeared, those disciples nearest to him, who were discussing various task-related topics, suddenly burst into laughter.
"That's... That's Uncle Bai! Greetings, Uncle Bai!"
They extended their hands in his direction, shouting, "Greetings, Uncle Bai!"
After hearing them, more people looked over, and soon, almost all the outer sect disciples in the area were greeting with handshakes.
