The Immortal Beings of the Daoist Sect also rose one after another, composing their expressions and standing solemnly. Once the mountain-shaking cheers had subsided, Zhunti gave everyone a slight nod, then bowed respectfully to Haotian Shangdi and the Queen Mother of the West. His tone was gentle yet unquestionable. "I am ashamed. A disciple under my tutelage behaved improperly just now, disturbing all of you fellow cultivators during your elegant gathering. It was truly my fault."
How could the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother dare accept such a grand gift? They hurriedly returned the bow. "Sect Master, you flatter us! Your personal visit to the Jade Pool is our blessing. We were too lacking in fortune to welcome you from afar. Please forgive us!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhunti's gaze suddenly sharpened, stabbing straight at Kong Xuan's face. His eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold glint flickering within. Kong Xuan's heart roiled like stormy seas, yet his expression remained utterly still as he calmly met the other's gaze. If Sage Su Yang were here, he would surely clap his hands and sigh: As expected of the tough old bone who would dare face a Saint's thunderous wrath in later generations!
After nine breaths of silence, Buddhist chanting suddenly arose. Zhunti spoke slowly. "As expected of Sage Su Yang's foremost disciple. My disciple was rash just now and offended you, fellow cultivator. It truly should not have happened. As for today's cause and effect, why don't I make the decision and settle it by using the items you collected to wipe the slate clean? How does that sound?"
His voice was warm, but the Saintly might around him already pressed down like a great mountain, faintly surging. Kong Xuan sighed inwardly and could only yield. A Saint's dignity was