Zhu He's eyes flickered. He immediately prostrated himself on the ground again, sending fallen leaves rustling everywhere as he cried, "This disciple Zhu He offended Old Ancestor. I beg Old Ancestor to forgive me."
Naturally, Zhu He was referring to his doubts about Duan Rong, which had made Duan Rong reveal his Natal Nascent Soul for him to see.
With a thought from Duan Rong, the Natal Nascent Soul above his head returned to his Dantian. Suppressing the smile at his lips, he looked at Zhu He kneeling on the ground and said, "It's just the two of us in this Dense Forest. Isn't this act of yours a bit overdone?"
Zhu He raised his head. "You are now the sect's Old Ancestor. Etiquette cannot be discarded. How is this an act?!"
Duan Rong walked over and helped Zhu He to his feet. "This kind of empty ceremony is enough when there's an audience. Did you come to see me for something else?"
Zhu He said, "No. I heard the Hall of Elders was abuzz with discussion. The more I thought about it, the more unsettled I became, so I simply came to ask you myself."
Duan Rong said, "You've already seen my Natal Nascent Soul. You should be at ease now. If there's nothing else, I'm returning to the Lü Family Estate."
"This disciple sees Old Ancestor off!" Zhu He said, about to kneel in salute, only to discover that he could not bend his knees no matter what.
Duan Rong shot him a sidelong glance. "I told you, don't do that."
After saying this, Duan Rong turned into a wisp of green smoke and departed. "Master! If anything comes up, you can come to the Lü Family Estate and find me anytime."
"Yes, Old Ancestor." Zhu He raised