He did not dare transgress the rites. Hurriedly, he bowed and made a long yi, saying respectfully, "This disciple, Kong Qiu, is meager in virtue and shallow in talent. By Heaven's favor, though my body perished, my spirit did not; without enduring heavenly tribulation, I attained the immortal Dao. I have long revered the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors for their world-founding achievements and their virtue in establishing mankind. I have come especially to pay my respects. I humbly beg for your instruction and beseech Your Holiness to bestow your guidance."
The moment his words fell, Sage Emperor Fuxi sprang to his feet, strode forward, and held Kong Qiu by both arms. Laughing aloud, he said, "Junior Brother, why perform such a grand salute?"
That single "Junior Brother" struck into his heart like a bolt of thunder—this man before him was mankind's First Ancestor, Heavenly Emperor Fuxi. In antiquity, he had enlightened the myriad people, established the Eight Trigrams, and created rites and music. His merits shook the ancient and shone upon the present, while the incense offerings of countless millions never ceased. Such a supreme being had actually called him "Junior Brother"? Confucius froze at once, his back stiffening slightly and his fingertips trembling.
"This disciple does not dare accept such an honor! I am merely a late-born student of later generations. How could the glow of a firefly dare stand alongside the sun and moon? Your Majesty humbles yourself so greatly that it only leaves this disciple frightened and uneasy!"
He hurriedly returned the salute, lowering his head even farther as a fine sheen of sweat appeared at his temples.
Seeing this, Fuxi smiled. "Since you have entered before our master's gate, you are naturally my fellow sect junior brother."
"Before my death... I never presented the formal