Outwardly all disciples remained respectful.
Perfectly respectful.
But inwardly…
'Why is he here again…'
'I just stood up… I have to kneel again…'
'My knees… my poor knees…'
'I haven't even finished my cultivation cycle…'
'I was eating… now I have to kneel mid-bite…'
'I want to poop...'
One disciple knelt so quickly that he almost dropped his bowl.
He caught it.
Barely.
Still kneeling.
Still greeting.
"Greetings, Legacy Disciple!"
Han Yu passed by.
Satisfied.
Behind him, the disciple slowly looked at his food.
Then sighed.
Cold now.
Another disciple whispered under his breath.
"…does he not cultivate?"
"…why is he always walking…"
"…does he enjoy this…"
The other replied quietly.
"…he definitely enjoys this…"
They both straightened immediately as Han Yu's gaze briefly passed over them.
"Greetings, Legacy Disciple!"
Han Yu continued walking.
Calm.
Collected.
Enjoying every second.
What they did not know… was that he was cultivating.
Constantly.
