"Great King! I truly never imagined your mastery of the Dao had reached such heights! You have actually grasped the peerless truth of 'proving the Dao through pay, turning stone into gold,' piercing straight to the heart of the Confucian Dao!"
"Uh!!!"
Bai Jin'er and Fang Yuan froze on the spot, mouths agape and eyes wide, staring in disbelief at the utterly absurd scene before them.
Was... was this real?
Was this still the same Senior Brother Bai who had been so proud and unbending, treating money like dung?
Was this still the same Senior Brother Bai who would rather die than submit, even when kidnapped by a whole group of Saintesses?
Was this still the refined gentleman whom even the Sect's elders could not summon, whom countless Senior Sisters and junior sisters held up as their standard?
At that moment, scholarly integrity and noble righteousness shattered with a crash in their hearts, scattering across the floor!
"Wait... wait!"
"That's not right!"
"I must have seen it wrong!"
Fang Yuan pinched his thigh hard enough to bare his teeth in pain, then looked up again. Bai Yutang was still hugging Chun Xiaobai's leg with utter sincerity, his face full of admiration.
"Great King, you truly are a man of divine ability! In all my life, I have never seen anyone as formidable as you, someone who could unite the 'Dao' and 'technique' so perfectly!"
"You are the guiding light for cultivators like us!"
"This... th-this..."
Fang Yuan and Bai Jin'er were dumbstruck. Slowly, they turned their heads and exchanged a look.
This fellow... really had been won over by the Great King.
Look at that silver tongue!
Look how quickly he slid to his knees!
Look at that mastery of flattery, without a blush or a skipped heartbeat!
Terrifying indeed!