Lv Yi was incredibly excited, feeling as though a gigantic pie had smashed right into him, and even now, he was somewhat dazed, finding it hard to believe that all of this was real.
He knelt prostrate on the ground, his entire body pressed to the floor, buttocks sticking up high. Such a posture was somewhat inconceivable for a grand cultivator at the peak of the True Immortal realm. Unless it was during ancestral worship, such a kneeling posture was used. Even Emperors did not merit such subservience from a grand cultivator of the True Immortal realm on ordinary days.
But Lv Yi was not displeased; he even reveled in it.
For the person he worshipped was known as―the King of the Heavenly Road!
"Do you have a way to knock someone out without anyone noticing?" Luo Jue's voice was neither sad nor joyful, not cold nor warm, but filled with an immense aura. This aura was not intentionally emitted, rather, it naturally formed, like the ebb and flow of breathing.