C511 Pretentious!

"Emmor, aren't you going to welcome me?" Birsonor arched an eyebrow, his voice tinged with a hint of displeasure.

"Where would such a thought come from, Patriarch? Without your favor, how could I, Emmor, have become the leader of the Fox Clan? Naturally, I am overjoyed at your return," Emmor replied, his smile radiating genuine happiness, though if it were feigned