In all his years of unwavering and aloof nature, Han Yongrui never faltered before the superiority of others. Ingrained with respect and mannerisms by the Grandmaster, he only displayed the necessary courtesies to those in higher ranks or elders.
His undying allegiance which he swore to his uncle was the only duty which beckoned him to bend his knee.
However, now sitting before the Grandmistress, Han Yongrui lowered his head respectfully. He was seated with his legs folded beneath him as warriors and swordsmen seated themselves before their Masters. With both hands placed on either lap, Han Yongrui dared not to challenge the Grandmistress's gaze.
Seated with her back facing the door of her personal chambers, Chi Yulan folded her arms and observed the three unexpected guests seated across her on the other side of the low-rise table.
