Unfortunately for the Binggan Clan, Lin Mu did not acknowledge the ceremony with anything more than a polite nod. He stepped inside with calm grace, and the monks behind him stood respectfully at the threshold rather than entering. They knew this was Lin Mu's moment, not theirs.
He looked over the carefully arranged tables. He looked at the incense, the glowing tea, the ritual offerings. His expression did not change, but it became clear that none of this mattered to him.
He raised his hand slightly.
"I appreciate your effort," Lin Mu said quietly, "but I wish to see the infant immediately."
The words were soft, but they struck the elders like a hammer. Their faces froze. Their backs straightened.
