Although he had known for a long time that Night Demon's results were leagues ahead of everyone else, when he actually heard the announcement, Yin Shen Gong's body suddenly swayed, and stars burst before his eyes.
In his daze, it felt as though a sun had risen right before his eyelids! Before him was a dazzling, brilliant darkness.
The master of ceremonies spoke warmly: "One Heart Sect's Yin Shen Gong, please come to the stage and ascend the throne!"
Yin Shen Gong took a deep breath and calmed his mind.
With the air of I feel perfectly calm. My heart is tranquil and undisturbed. I'm already unmoved by honor or disgrace, he floated solemnly onto the stage.
The others: "Did this bastard's mouth get hit by a hanging whirlwind? It's crooked all the way to the root of his left ear, and he doesn't know how to rein it in?"
"Did his eyes contract a dancing sickness? He blinked hundreds of times just while taking those two steps..."
"Why are this bastard's legs like noodles? Why does he have to hook them outward around a bend with every step?"
"Look at his hands... Isn't that epilepsy? He takes one step like a puppet moving in slow motion. That stiffness..."
"Tsk, he's even wiggling his butt on the way up... I can't look, I can't look..."
"He reminds me of a courtesan..."
"Blegh... I've slept with courtesans before. After you say that, I'll think of this bastard every time I do it. How am I supposed to get it up anymore?"
"Pfft, hahahaha..."
"..."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yin Shen Gong walked to the throne at the very top in a posture of I think I look dignified, but to everyone else I'm unbearable to watch.
He slowly turned around.
Facing