As the Sovereign of Dawn hesitated over what to do and his hand was about to touch Elder Mo Sang, Su Ming strolled over. A ripple of emotion appeared in his eyes, which had previously been as calm as water. That ripple instantly turned into a cold glare reminiscent of moonlight reflected off the surface of a lake when he cast a flat stare at the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei.
Su Ming's footsteps came to a halt. A gentle look appeared in his eyes when he directed his gaze at Mo Sang. He seemed to forget his status and his level of cultivation at that moment, and instead felt like he was a child in Dark Mountain, a boy who laughed happily beside his elder… Su Ming wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply.
This bow was directed to his elder, to Dark Mountain, and how deeply Su Ming valued his relationships.
"I, Su Ming of Dark Mountain, greet my elder…"
