"I've long heard of the monk's great name, and today I have the honor of meeting you." Leaning on a cane, Horn came out from behind the desk and gave Martin a firm handshake, "Please have a seat."
Martin looked blankly at his hand, and Jeanne, standing beside them, laughed and explained, "It's a new handshake we invented, no need to bow or kneel to anyone."
"So that's how it is." Martin wasn't very formal; he casually pulled over a cushion chair and sat down.
"Did Brother Martin come alone?"
As soon as Qianqian entered the room, her eyes widened: "Am I not a person? Am I a person or not?"
Horn turned his head to look at Martin, pointing at Qianqian with his finger, and the three of them burst out laughing.
"No, I didn't come alone. Besides Mr. Qianqian, I brought four companions, all young monks from our Juanist Faction, devout and knowledgeable."
"That's wonderful." Horn pointed to the chairs next to him, signaling for Qianqian and the others to sit.
