Not even half an hour's time later, Han Yu sensed movement outside the waiting chamber.
Two figures walked up the steps of the outer court orientation hall—both robed in fine garments marked with the Alchemy Peak's sigil, and both exuding calm yet profound auras.
It was the two junior elders: Elder Xuan, the middle-aged woman with calm, hawk-like eyes and a long braid that trailed down her back, and Elder Zhou, a slightly plump, mustached man who looked like he belonged more in a teahouse than a pill refining hall—until one noticed the array-etched cauldron ring on his finger and the heavy pill pouch hanging from his side.
Han Yu immediately rose and gave a deep, respectful bow.
"Junior Han Yu greets Elder Xuan and Elder Zhou. This disciple is honored by your personal guidance."
It wasn't just courtesy. He figured if he wanted to gain a good foothold here, he might as well start with some earnest flattery. A little bootlicking never hurt, especially when done with grace.
