"Thank you for speaking up for justice, Young Master."
Onstage, Master Mei cupped his fist in gratitude toward Wang Xi, who wasn't far below.
The members of the troupe beside him also bowed, silently sizing up the young man in the long black gown.
His striking appearance and aura were secondary. What truly surprised them was his posture, as straight as a sharp sword hidden in its sheath. His Essence, Energy, and Spirit were so contained that it was difficult to meet his gaze directly.
The others lacked their master's strength and didn't cultivate the Inner Family style, so they couldn't discern Wang Xi's Grandmaster realm at a glance.
But they were certain he was also a Martial Arts expert.
"You're too kind, Master Mei." Wang Xi cupped his hands in return. "The Jinghong Troupe uses theater to champion a cause, singing of all the world's injustices. Such courage and integrity are admirable. To have the privilege of witnessing your performance today is truly my good fortune."
