Liu Mou listened and extended his right hand, a slight smile on his face to show friendliness. But his gesture was met with cold indifference by Yann Minghui, who looked down on Liu Mou with disdain, not taking him seriously at all.
Liu Mou, seeing this, twitched the corners of his mouth twice and stiffened up as he looked at Yann Minghui. Had it not been for the elder Dou's presence and the suggestion to shake hands, he would never have stooped so low as to attempt to ingratiate himself with Yann Minghui, now making himself look like a little brother begging for favor from the seemingly lordly Yann Minghui.
"Brat, hurry up and shake hands, what are you dawdling for?" Elder Dou, seeing Yann Minghui not giving Liu Mou the time of day, stepped forward with an irritated expression and urged him on. Liu Mou's status was still higher than Yann Minghui's, after all; Elder Dou valued the abilities of a cultivator more than the wealth of a family.
