So, although Mahayana Patriarchs were indeed untouchable beings in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, to Lin Xiaoyao, they really were nothing to worry about.
The tiny Mist Moon Immortal Palace didn't even register on his radar.
Master Green Feather had poured out his troubles before the statue, and he felt much better afterward.
He held a stick of incense in his hand, respectfully preparing to offer it.
But just then,
a flash of spiritual light seemed to pass across the statue's surface.
Master Green Feather stopped in his tracks. One thought filled his mind: Had the Patriarch heard his prayers and answered them?
He opened his eyes and looked. The statue appeared just as it always had.
Had I imagined it?
Impossible!
The Feathering Sect might no longer be what it once was, but he was still the sect's master, a cultivator in the Mysterious Mastery Realm. How could his eyes play tricks on him?
He was still puzzled when he suddenly froze.
The incense in his hand sent up curling wisps of smoke.
And now, those swirling trails seemed to be guided by some powerful, mysterious force, forming several words in the air.
Mist Moon Immortal Palace, a mere rabble of clowns. Worry not!
"This is..."
Staring at the words formed from smoke, the normally composed Master Green Feather suddenly grew emotional. He dropped to his knees before the statue and knocked his head against the floor again and again.
"Thank you, Patriarch! Thank you, Patriarch!"
Tears streamed down his face.
He had thought the Patriarch would never answer him. Never in a million years had he imagined that the old man was still watching over the sect from the shadows.
His heart brimmed with gratitude and reverence.
And with them came an overwhelming sense of relief.
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