There were many customary rules in the starry sky. These rules had not been made by anyone; they were the natural result of countless years of development and accumulation.
For example, among cultivators, if there was no particular relationship between them, anyone at the Star Constellation Realm or above could address another as Fellow Daoist. Cultivators were a rather unusual group—they did not judge seniority by age, only by cultivation.
Of course, that was true in theory. If a Star Constellation insisted on calling a Sunlight Realm cultivator Fellow Daoist upon meeting them, they probably would not meet a pleasant end. How one addressed another still depended on the actual circumstances.
If Lu Ye had come to visit on his own, calling Wu Zhuo Senior would have been no problem. But this time, he represented more than just himself. Calling him Senior would not cost him a pound of flesh, but it would likely create additional constraints in future cooperation.
Yet that "Fellow Daoist" had clearly displeased Wu Zhuo somewhat. The force of this palm strike shook heaven and earth, frightening the cultivators from the Clear Wind Realm aboard the Star Boat until their faces turned pale. Even Zhou Dingtian and the others looked grave.
Looking up, they saw a palm print blotting out the sky and covering the earth. Even the lines on its palm were clearly visible. As the palm descended, everyone felt ice run through their bodies.
Strangely, the enormous palm print rapidly shrank as it swept forward. It had originally obscured everyone's vision, but soon shrank to the size of an ordinary palm, slowly and deliberately pressing toward Lu Ye's chest.
The pressure on everyone else vanished at once. Only on Lu Ye's side, not only did the pressure not lessen, it grew even heavier.
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