Seated beneath the Cloud Bed, on the sixth cushion, Hong Yun felt a little lost. When the gates of Purple Sky Palace had swung open, he and his friend Zhenyuanzi had entered with the other Fellow Daoists and spotted the Six-colored Cushions.
He hadn't intended to claim one. At most, he'd hoped to find a seat near the front where he could hear the Saint's Sermon clearly. That was all. Yet once he entered the hall, an inexplicable urge to claim a cushion rose in his heart, impossible to suppress.
It was as if he'd lost his senses, as if some great force had descended from the heavens. Somehow, as though controlled by divine power, he'd found himself sitting down on the cushion. Only after taking his seat had he seemed to come back to himself. He couldn't shake the feeling that an immense thread of Karma had bound itself to him, leaving him restless and ill at ease.
Now that he was already seated, it would be improper to get up and leave for no reason. He feared it might show disrespect to the Saint, so he could only endure it for now.
No one present knew what Hong Yun was feeling. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two who had entered last.
East King Duke was among them.
He naturally knew who these two were. With their appearance, they could only be the Western Cultivators Jieyin and Zhunti.
Almost everyone present thought their manners fell short of the dignity expected of Great Supernatural Beings at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, and looked down on them. East King Duke, however, felt no particular contempt. Everything was for the sake of attaining the Dao; there was no shame in that.
Even later, Zhunti, despite his Saintly Status, would often