The Samurai Men did not hesitate.
In one synchronized motion, they cupped their hands and bowed deeply, their voices ringing with reverence. “Congratulations, Madam, on your breakthrough.”
As if on cue, Mushu’s team, Pharsa’s warriors, and the rest followed suit, bowing respectfully.
Ling Li’s lips curved into a small smile as she lifted a hand, signaling them to rise.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice carrying a quiet strength, a force that resonated deeply. “Please rise.”
Ling Li then turned to the Samurai leader, her expression softening ever so slightly. “Please extend my deep gratitude to your Master.”
The Samurai leader bowed once more. Without another word, the seven warriors vanished into thin air, their departure swift as the wind.
Shi Min finally exhaled, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders.