"Junior Mo Wangchen, pays respects to the three seniors."
Mo Wangchen cupped his hands and welcomed the three elders into the courtyard.
The white-haired elder leading them appeared somewhat emotional. He sized up Mo Wangchen for a long moment before speaking, "Good, good, good. Since you are a disciple of the Little Ancestor, we must address you as Martial Uncle in terms of seniority."
"Uh..."
Mo Wangchen was momentarily stunned by the words.
Martial Uncle?
This seniority disparity is a bit absurd, isn't it?
Judging from the strength of the three before him, they surely held significant statuses within the Ye Family.
Yet, such individuals still had to call him Martial Uncle?
Clearly, this showed how high the Master's current seniority was within the Ye Family.
"This old man is Ye Lu, pays respects to Martial Uncle."
After speaking, the white-haired elder knelt down on one knee before Mo Wangchen, his face full of sincerity, showing no signs of deceit.
