"Greetings to Immortal Wind Daoist Master, Daoist Xiaoshu!"
The two junior stewards of the Dao Palace bent their bodies to the limit, their tone soft, filled with reverence and admiration.
As for the people from both sects, they all knelt down, not even daring to raise their heads.
Immortal Wind ignored these people, his penetrating gaze remained on Xie Yun. Behind him, Xiaoshu saw everyone kneeling and immediately frowned, raising his head innocently to ask, "Master, haven't you said that those who cultivate defy the heavens, and needn't kneel even to the heavens; why then are they kneeling to us?"
Upon hearing this, the crowd from both sects was greatly shaken. The two junior elders looked coldly towards the two Sword Cultivators; they had previously given notice, yet these people remained unchangeably servile, truly detestable.
"Little girl, raise your head." Immortal Wind did not pay attention to his youngest disciple, and spoke gently.