But as he looked closer, really looked, his brows furrowed.
Beneath Wooyun's composed demeanor was a faint trace of demonic qi, subtle but unmistakable. It was not the kind that clung to reckless young disciples who craved power regardless of what kind, but the refined presence of someone trained under the Blood Moon's shadow. His eyes widened slightly in realization. He bowed deeper this time.
"I see. My deepest apologies, young lord, I've made a grave mistake."
Wooyun stepped forward, his expression relaxed but measured. "It's quite alright. I'm sure I still look like a child in your eyes, but I can assure you I take my role as lead investigator seriously." He offered a faint smile. "The Demon Lord himself appointed me, after all."
The air shifted. The sect members exchanged looks, and even Chin Mu-ryeon's face stiffened momentarily. The weight of those words was undeniable.
"Of course," he said, straightening. "Then let us not waste any time. Please, this way."
