The Primordial World kept no count of years.
As Hongjun expounded the Dao, time slipped quietly by. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
While everyone was still immersed in Hongjun's teachings, he suddenly stopped.
Those who could not react in time, or were still lost in his teachings, nearly did something rash. After all, Hongjun's instruction had given them an unprecedentedly clear understanding of the Dao. Naturally, they were displeased to have it abruptly interrupted.
But remembering that the person before them was Hongjun, they hurriedly suppressed their impulses and looked toward him, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.
"What I have explained to you this time is the Dao of Great Luo. This lecture is now over. Return and thoroughly comprehend it first. A hundred years from now, I will give my second lecture at Zixiao Palace and explain the Dao of the Quasi-Saint."
Before anyone could ask a question, Hongjun vanished.
Thus, Hongjun's hundred-year lecture came to an end.
There would be two more lectures like this.
"The Dao of the Quasi-Saint..."
Nuwa looked at Ling Feng, her pearly teeth catching her lower lip. "This little fellow was right again..."
The others did not share Nuwa's thoughts. Everyone in Zixiao Palace froze when Hongjun suddenly departed, then bowed once more toward the spot where he had vanished.
To avoid standing out, Ling Feng could only go with the flow.
Although I really don't want to pay my respects to that sly old bastard Hongjun, when you're beneath someone else's eaves, you have no choice but to lower your head. Besides, his teachings have helped me somewhat. The fifth image on the Giant Axe Chaos Stele can no longer stump me...
At that thought, Ling Feng felt much less resistance to showing Hongjun