A group of elderly with white hair came. The foremost elder looked anxious and excited at the same time.
Heero greeted the elderly with a slight bow to show his regard. But the elder with long white hair reached Heero and said, "No, don't! We don't deserve your bow!"
"What are you talking about, Elder? You certainly deserve my bow and I am just doing my Master's teaching, respecting the elder, " Heero smiled.
"Huhu… as expected of Saint's disciple, " The Elder smiled as he praised Heero, "This old man name's Dazekh, the chief of Purple Mountain Tribe, and please don't joke around, Young Master. I certainly don't deserve your bow, "
The old man with long white hair bowed, "Dazekh greeting Saint's disciple, "
Along with Old Man Dazekh, the other old men also bowed their heads toward Heero.
