Dazed fruit grew on the dazed tree; before the Portrait of a Saint, someone shuddered.
How had it suddenly worked?
Li Changshou's mouth twitched endlessly. He had not said a single word, nor uttered half a sentence. He had merely offered incense and bowed here to the patriarch of his Dao lineage...
This trace of Dao resonance naturally felt familiar.
Back then, to invite this trace of Dao resonance to descend, Martial Uncle Jiu Wu had wept, then Poisonous Junior Sister had wept. They had even painstakingly revised the lines before barely managing to make the portrait reveal its spirit.
And now...
It had happened so casually?
Li Changshou immediately became alert. He lay there obediently, his heart brimming with emotion.
At last, he had become a familiar face before the Saint Lord!
Though his life safety factor had not shot straight upward, his foundations were now thicker by far more than several times!
But what Li Changshou did not understand was...
This trace of Dao resonance kept winding around him, yet he heard no transmitted instructions, nor did any enlightenment arise in his heart.
A moment later...
The Dao resonance remained, but the portrait had returned to calm.
The two elders who had sensed that trace of Dao resonance were both somewhat suspicious, yet neither had discovered any other unusual circumstances.
Looking at those three incense sticks, the two elders independently had the same thought rise in their hearts:
'It must be because the incense offering was somehow different.'
After another moment...
Only Li Changshou could still sense the Dao resonance, but the portrait no longer showed any abnormalities, and the observing elders stopped paying much attention to this side.
After all, this was not Li Changshou's first or second time coming to offer incense...
Though Li Changshou had