The Apricot Yellow Bamboo Slip trembled slightly, then ripples of Dao light spread across it.
A figure emerged along with them.
He was a most peculiar man. His face was that of a youth, yet his eyes carried an ancient, weathered air. He wore a Daoist robe, but his feet were bare.
His long black hair was pinned into a loose bun with a Bamboo Hairpin, revealing a smooth, jade-like forehead.
Most striking of all, a blazing sun and a crescent moon floated above his shoulders.
He carried sun and moon upon his shoulders, as though he bore the Myriad Realms of the Heavens.
After he appeared, all four Heavenly Emperors revealed heartfelt respect. They cupped their hands in salute and addressed him as a fellow Daoist.
From afar, Lu Hongpao was stunned by this sight.
Some displays of respect arose from wariness.
But the respect shown by those four Heavenly Emperors clearly came from their hearts. It was neither empty courtesy nor mere ritual!
That was simply unbelievable.
As a Heavenly Emperor, Lu Hongpao knew full well how formidable the temperaments of those four old guys were. Otherwise, how could they have become great emperors ruling the world?
Earlier, they had been courteous toward Hei Ya, but it could not be called reverence.
Yet now, when facing this barefoot man in Daoist robes, carrying sun and moon upon his shoulders, the respect in their expressions was wholly undisguised!
Who was this man?
Why had he earned the acknowledgment and respect of four Heavenly Emperors?
Lu Hongpao could not understand it.
But she knew that when they had dealt with her earlier, those four Heavenly Emperors had clearly held something back!
And when facing Li Sansheng, they dared to be so brazen and fearless because of that Daoist-robed man!
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