"Greetings, Sacred Lord!"
Whatever doubts he harbored, He Pingsheng put on a devout, respectful expression when he saw He Asks, pressing his palms together and bowing deeply.
He all but knelt.
He Pingsheng did not understand what pressing his palms together meant, either.
After all, Daoism had no such salutation.
Yet every time he saw Saint Lord He Asks, the man greeted him with his palms pressed together.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. If you pressed your palms together, so would I.
They could press them together.
"Hehehe..." He Asks smiled when he saw He Pingsheng. "Good, good... you've finally grown into your own, lad. The fourth level of the Nascent Soul Realm!"
"When did you break through?"
"I remember you entered those Deadly Grounds before. How did you break through to the fourth level so quickly?"
"If you hadn't caused such a stir in the Qi Kingdom, even I wouldn't have been able to find any trace of you!"
He Asks looked at He Pingsheng with compassion.
He Pingsheng replied respectfully, "I was eager for revenge, so I swallowed several glazed nascent souls. That was how I managed to break through so quickly!"
"I'm afraid I've already become entangled in quite a bit of cause and effect and karmic burden!"
"No matter, no matter..." He Asks said. "It was understandable!"
"Besides, we cultivators seek immortality through cultivation, pitting our lives against Heaven. That is already an act of defiance against Heaven. Who could avoid becoming entangled in some cause and effect?"
"If you never became entangled in any cause and effect at all, how could you speak of cultivation?"
"Yes, Sacred Lord, you speak truly!" He Pingsheng asked, "May I ask whether you came here for me?"
"Mm!"
The Sacred Lord nodded. "I did indeed come