After the thin, gaunt Zhunti and the portly Jieyin entered Zixiao Palace,
they hurriedly bowed before Hongjun and cried, "Many thanks for your benevolence, Dao Ancestor! Many thanks for your benevolence, Dao Ancestor!"
Hongjun's figure was indistinct, and it was impossible to make out any change in his expression.
His voice remained as calm as ever as he said slowly, "Since you have come, it may be counted as your good fortune. Take your seats. I am about to begin my lecture."
Jieyin and Zhunti hurriedly nodded and got to their feet, intending to find seats.
But once they stood up,
they looked around.
And immediately froze.
Zixiao Palace was already packed.
Where could they find good seats?
Want to sit down?
Then they could only head to the very back.
But how could they be willing to follow the rule of first come, first served and sit at the back?
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged glances.
Years of unspoken understanding let each grasp the other's thoughts at once.
They might not get the first or second seats, but they couldn't sit at the back!
There was absolutely no benefit to sitting at the back!
Li Xuan watched the two of them calmly, looking forward to the spectacle that was about to unfold.
Sure enough, after about two breaths,
the two silently settled on what they would do.
Zhunti suddenly strode over to Hong Yun's side.
With a deeply sorrowful expression, he cried, "Could you be Fellow Daoist Hong Yun? Fellow Daoist Hong Yun! My dear Fellow Daoist Hong Yun!"
He wasn't familiar with Hong Yun.
But Hong Yun had many friends, so they had met a few times.
Now, Zhunti called out as though they had long been the closest of friends. "My elder brother and I came from the