In the wilderness.
A martial artist.
A young man.
And a dark-skinned tall lanky man wearing a grass skirt and three skulls for a necklace.
All three of them were kneeling in front of Gu Qing Shan.
A gust of wind blew past, the air exuded a clear sense of vicissitude and age.
-----this world had been in existence for who knew how long.
Gu Qing Shan sighed, pulled back his gaze, then looked at the three of them.
"It's tiring to talk while kneeling, and it also harms one's self-esteem, I actually don't prefer things to be like this"
He awkwardly said: "So----"
"Can I have them stand up?"
A second later.
The mechanical voice replied: [The grace of God can naturally grant mortals unique privileges, if you so authorize, they can naturally stand up]
Gu Qing Shan said with satisfaction: "Then, stand up"
