The one who had arrived was none other than Su Yang!
Kong Xuan looked up at the sky, his pupils contracting sharply. He murmured, "Purple Qi Comes from the East for ninety thousand miles—this is the descent of a Saint!"
Before his voice had even faded, both his knees had already struck the ground. He prostrated himself and bowed, his voice solemn. "Kong Xuan pays his respects to the Saint. May the Saint enjoy boundless longevity!"
Though he was born proud, with an unyielding nature engraved in his bones, he did not dare overstep in the face of a Saint, an existence above the myriad Daos. He knew that this was not an opponent, but an incarnation of the laws of Heaven and Earth—one thought could determine life or death.
"Rise." Su Yang's voice was calm and light, yet it rang in their ears like heavenly music, allowing no defiance.
His silver eyes shifted slightly, sweeping toward the four cultivators who were still standing nearby. In an instant, a chill that pierced the primordial spirit swept over them like a blade. Their entire bodies trembled violently, cold sweat instantly soaking through their Daoist robes, and they fell to their knees with a thump, kowtowing repeatedly. "Saint, spare our lives! We were ignorant and offended you. We deserve ten thousand deaths!"
Su Yang did not spare them another glance. His gaze returned to Kong Xuan, and a flicker passed through his eyes. The silver-white barrier enveloping Kong Xuan's body collapsed with a crack.
He spoke indifferently. "Kong Xuan, you and I are fated to become master and disciple. I wish to accept you as my disciple. Are you willing?"
Kong Xuan froze.
At that moment, it was as if Heaven and Earth had fallen silent and his five senses had stopped