Lü Niangrong stared blankly as the middle-aged man bowed deeply in her direction.
Purple qi, principles, and the very benevolence and righteousness he preached all took form as a splendid, radiant flame. It rose from behind him, blooming, swirling, and intertwining in an absolutely magnificent display. It cast his shadow downward, accompanied by a surging tide of lotuses that cascaded layer by layer, landing squarely in the very space beside her.
She glanced to the side. In the space beside her, lotuses of benevolence and flowers of righteousness bobbed and sank, while the Dao and its principles intertwined, all blooming beside the cyan bull.
Master Kong bowed again.
Who was he bowing to?
The same question arose in different people's minds at the very same moment.
Lü Buwei's scalp prickled. He pulled Lü Niangrong aside, for they too were in the direction of Master Kong's deep bow.
