Lycota had recently felt the pressure on her growing heavier and heavier.
The Light King had decided to summon those three hermit cultivators, though no one knew why.
Of course, that was perfectly normal. The Light King and ordinary members of the Ming Clan had been born on entirely different levels. How could ordinary Ming possibly know what the Light King was thinking?
But an audience always required proper rules.
No one expected those hermit cultivators, who had forgotten how to speak, to remember something as advanced yet meaningless as "etiquette." Thus, Lycota had recently gained another task.
She had to make those hermit cultivators recall what "manners" were—or simply teach them from scratch what it meant to appear before the king.
Naturally, the task was extraordinarily difficult. Forgetting how to speak was one thing, but their understanding of etiquette was wrong to a horrifying degree. It practically made a Ming suspect that they were not Ming at all, but monsters raised among packs of ferocious beasts.
How could there be Ming who did not even know the Flashing Rite?
How could there be Ming who could not even understand that "extended strands of light represent friendship"?
This was truly terrifying!
Lycota had even suspected that these three hermit cultivators might be some kind of "special ferocious beasts" that knew how to infiltrate the Ming Clan.
When she reported this discovery to the Grand Judge, he too gave the three hermit cultivators another careful look.
"Probably not. Ferocious beasts possess an unnatural trait: the stronger they are, the shorter their lifespans become." In the end, the Grand Judge shook his head regretfully. "Nascent Soul Realm ferocious beasts generally have only a century or so left to live. Their entire bodies grow much dimmer, and their cultivation techniques waver unstably. But