Cheng Daoran looked at Yi Xuwen with disbelief. He had never imagined that his own master would actually ask him to kowtow to Qi Tian. This showed an utter disregard for his dignity, as if trampling his face underfoot and tossing it into a gutter. He instantly felt his whole body heating up, blood rushing to his head, almost boiling over.
"Are you kneeling or not?"
