"All right, all of you may leave..."
The man seated in the center of the Merak Three Saints casually waved the heads of the thirteen divisions away.
Clad in green, broad-faced, and imposing in stature, with black hair flowing behind him, he had retained his youthful appearance.
Who else could it be but the Old Madman—the Mad Saint? No, he should now be called the Mad Emperor.
The division heads filed out in succession. As they passed Eastern Saint and his two disciples, they all bowed respectfully to their own Holy Son in uniform gestures. "Eldest Holy Son!"
In theory, the status of the Merak Holy Son was on equal footing with the heads of the various divisions.
But there were exceptions to everything. While the Human Sacred Body served as the inheritor of the Merak Orthodoxy, the Merak Holy Son's status was publicly above that of the division heads, beneath only the Three Saints.
Even Killing Saint Qi Luo and the Guardian Sect True Person—two present-day sages who would be considered the strongest foundations of any Immortal Orthodoxy in the Eastern Wasteland—stood half a rank below the Holy Son.
"Go on. Pay your respects to your martial granduncles."
Ye Fan stroked his beloved disciples' heads and encouraged them gently.
Si Tong and Qianqian, the golden boy and jade girl, exchanged timid glances upon hearing this. Then, like little adults, they solemnly knelt before the Three Saints and performed a grand kowtow.
The Merak Three Saints were Eastern Saint's martial uncles.
The two divine bodies were Eastern Saint's disciples, so naturally, the former were their martial granduncles.
The older and more powerful an orthodoxy was, the more importance it placed on lineage and inheritance. Such matters could not be muddled; seniority had to be respected.
Seeing the two exquisitely adorable