Although those two were rather shameless, they really did it anyway.
But this also happened to remind Red Cloud, who was sitting awkwardly on his cushion, so embarrassed he could curl his toes. He finally caught on and copied them. "This disciple respectfully begs Teacher to accept this disciple as a disciple..."
There were six cushions, and five held formal disciples. Whoever was left out would be embarrassed!
The Patriarch looked at the three of them, then finally sighed. "Very well! I shall accept the three of you as my Named Disciples. Are you willing?"
"We are willing! This disciple is willing! This disciple pays respects to Teacher!"
The others were stunned when they saw this. That worked too?
Thus, many beings promptly bowed and said, "We respectfully beg Teacher to accept us as disciples!"
The Patriarch swept his gaze over them and seemed equally speechless. Shaking his head, he said, "Your fate with me ends here. There is no need to persist."
That light, casual sentence suppressed the voices of every living being.
Seeing this, Fuxi, Taiyi, and the others could not help sighing inwardly, feeling that they had made a miscalculation. Their skin simply was not as thick as those two fellows from the West.
Then the Patriarch took out the seven strands of Grandmist Purple Qi he had prepared long ago and began introducing them. "This is Grandmist Purple Qi. It has existed since the beginning of heaven and earth..."
Feeling the profound, obscure, mysterious aura emanating from the Grandmist Purple Qi, the eyes of every being present gleamed brightly.
"This may also be called the foundation of attaining the Dao. If refined, it would be equivalent to merging with this world. Comprehending the Dao would yield twice the result with half the effort, and it may