The most illustrious individual in the Diabolism of the Northern Plains, the Six-Fingered Old Demon, along with eleven Nascent Soul Immortals of the Northern Plains Diabolism, and hundreds of thousands of Golden Pill and Foundation Establishment Qi Cultivating disciples.
Together, they knelt thrice and kowtowed nine times before a young man in green, performing a grand ceremonial homage, declaring themselves unworthy and willing to go through fire and water for him.
Such respect, such humility.
The thunderous uniform sounds of their worship and praise were filled with unparalleled loyalty.
Han Lin took a deep breath.
He considered himself a man of unwavering Dao Heart, having risen from a mere herb-gatherer's son at the Qixuan School in the mortal realm of Yue Country to attain the prestigious position of an Immortal. He had always held disdain for so-called glory and riches, enchanting beauties, and the allure of power, deeming them as fleeting as passing clouds.
