"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Zhang Jue quickly stepped out from the crowd of people and knelt in front of Qin Jun, bowing with his hands clasped together, his tone filled with excitement. After decades in the world of Journey to the West, he had almost forgotten Qin Jun's visage.
"Are these the Yellow Turban Loyalists?"
Qin Jun raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, and at his words, Zhang Jue's eyes widened incredulously, asking, "How does Your Majesty know?"
He once again pondered Qin Jun's mysterious and supreme Divine Power, and couldn't help feeling a sense of confusion, like Zhuangzi dreaming he was a butterfly, unsure of what was real and what was false.
"If I sent you there, how could I not understand that world?"
Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, assuming an aura of enigmatic profundity.
Zhang Jue's worship of Qin Jun grew even deeper. He quickly turned back and called out, "What are you waiting for? Kneel and pay homage to His Majesty!"
