Soon, Primordial World powerhouses such as Zhun Ti and Jie Yin arrived in a rush. Without a doubt, the first thing they saw—and the most eye-catching—were the seven meditation cushions.
Then there was nothing more.
What, no one dared to sit?
Then they wouldn't sit either!
Thus, they all tacitly avoided the cushions and sat to one side.
"???"
The Vague Figure.
Wait, why weren't any of you sitting?
Damn, he seemed to have overlooked the influence of the Three Pure Ones and Houtu.
If he remembered correctly, just now... perhaps... maybe... it had been the Three Pure Ones and Houtu who had led the way in refusing to sit?
If they had blended into the crowd, they wouldn't have stood out. But now that no one was sitting, wouldn't the Three Pure Ones and Houtu become conspicuous?
The Vague Figure went numb.
"Buzz!!!"
Just then, heavenly flowers rained down and golden lotuses surged from the earth. Divine light blazed, rosy clouds shimmered, auspicious clouds rolled, and immortal flowers rose into the air. Amid boundless anomalies, Hongjun's figure appeared atop the cushion on the high platform.
Immediately afterward, Luohu and the others appeared in positions slightly below him.
This was Hongjun's home ground, so Luohu and the others naturally wouldn't compete with him for the limelight.
"Greetings to the Dao Ancestor, greetings to the Demon Ancestor, greetings to..."
The many Primordial World powerhouses rose and shouted.
"No need for such formalities."
Hongjun spoke indifferently.
Others might not have noticed, but the Vague Figure had already seen that whether it was Hongjun or Luohu and the others, all of their gazes had swept, seemingly intentionally or otherwise, over the Three Pure Ones and the others.
Clearly, Hongjun and the others had all discovered that something was amiss.
"..."
The Vague Figure.