The Chaos in midair dispersed, and every strange phenomenon vanished in an instant.
Taishang Laojun rose to his feet, dusted off the hem of his grimy Daoist robe, and walked over to Zhang Qi.
He clasped his hands properly and bowed to Zhang Qi.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
"This old man has lived through countless epochs and pondered the principles of heaven and earth, yet I never imagined there could be such a method in this world—one that points straight to the source."
Zhang Qi jumped in fright at the sight and hurriedly stepped half a pace aside, avoiding the grand bow.
Then he scratched his head, his cheeks growing a little hot.
He felt like a transmigrator holding a high school physics textbook, standing beneath an apple tree and watching Newton get struck on the head by an apple. Then he would walk over, pat Newton on the shoulder, write F=ma on the ground, and casually lay out the formulas for calculus as well.
And Newton would even turn around and thank him.
He had only been able to see so far because he stood on the shoulders of giants from another world.
His skin was not thick enough to calmly accept a bow from the Dao Ancestor.
Laojun straightened up and turned to look at the two Daoist boys trembling behind a pillar.
"Kinkaku, Ginkaku."
Laojun waved a hand.
"Go to the rear hall. Bring me the Purple-Gold Red Gourd and take out a Nine-Revolution Golden Elixir for this fellow Daoist."
The two boys with twin-bun hairstyles had been peeking out from behind the pillar. Hearing this, their feet slipped, and they fell flat onto the bluestone floor in unison.
Kinkaku ignored the pain, scrambled up, and stared wide-eyed at his master.
Ginkaku's jaw nearly hit the floor.