Having received the old immortal's assent, Shou He put away the Blood God Halberd in his hand.
The blood qi draped around his body receded like the ebbing tide.
"Please."
The gates opened.
The martial artists of Azure Robe Tower stood in ranks on either side.
"You wait here."
Tang Anhuang, clad in a Daoist robe, settled his junior brother from Rosy Clouds Temple beside him.
As a senior brother of the Daoist sect, every Daoist cultivator had to address him as Senior Brother.
"I shall obey Senior Brother's command."
Zhou Jue cupped his hands in salute, then stood to one side with his hands lowered, like a gatekeeping servant, utterly devoid of his earlier wanton arrogance.
He then looked at his Daoist senior brother's back before shifting his gaze to the monk wearing a brocade kasaya. His brows furrowed slightly as he sensed that the situation did not seem promising.
"Master, please go first?"
Tang Anhuang walked to the entrance and looked at the monk.
The monk softly intoned Amitabha and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, please go first."
"A gentleman ought to yield, but I am no gentleman. That is merely what scholars pride themselves on."
Tang Anhuang smiled faintly.
Though he had read extensively through the classics of the three teachings, he did not consider himself a scholar.
What was the purpose of studying?
Studying was for becoming an official.
What official would one beyond the secular world become?
Thus, Tang Anhuang did not stand on ceremony. He stepped over the threshold and headed straight for the main hall.
Xuan Nan smiled slightly.
He was not a scholar either. He was one who had left home.
"Amitabha." Xuan Nan entered the hall with the formal salute of Buddha and Dao.
Only after his gaze swept around