Xia Canghai arrived before these people, his gaze sweeping over the crowd from the Divine Capital. Having served as the Minister of Rites for decades, he possessed an immensely imposing official aura. He cleared his throat and sneered, "Ignorant rabble."
At that moment, a jolt struck his heart, and he felt as though something was amiss.
These people were old and young; some were monks and Daoists, while others wore the attire of Confucian scholars. Each exuded an extraordinary presence, and several of the great monks at a glance appeared to be exceptionally formidable beings with profound attainments in Buddhist dharma, yet a malevolent aura leaked through their Buddha light.
What startled him even more was that several cultivators wore ancient attire, radiating an archaic intent that gave him a feeling even older than the ancestors of the Xia family!
Xia Canghai thought to himself, These people don't look much like the rune-masters of Red Mountain Hall. Those rune-masters are all wretched scroungers who look at everyone as if they owe them three hundred strings of cash. But these people look at everyone as if they are corpses...
A Xia family cultivator strode forward and shouted, "Ignorant rabble, do you still not kneel in worship upon seeing the Minister of Rites?"
Xia Canghai gave the man a backhanded slap, reeling his head with dizziness and swelling half his face.
This slap not only left the man as bewildered as a Buddhist monk caught in a fog, but the members of the Xia family were also all stunned, and even the Grand Libationer had not anticipated this turn of events.
The various Calamities and Tribulations of the Divine Capital looked at them curiously, feeling it was quite interesting.
Xia Canghai said in a fluster and exasperation, "Why are you shouting so