Huang Silang knelt down like that.
He knelt with an overwhelming momentum, knelt as if he were in another lifetime, knelt with a vigor that seemed to shake the very air.
The moment Ying Yuan appeared, Huang Silang knelt like a loyal and filial official. Not to mention any hesitation, he even respectfully knocked his head on the ground twice, his eyes empty, even more foolish than a starving Tang Wan.
If Joan of Arc, an elder of the Rigor Mortis, presented a certain amount of pressure to him, then Ying Yuan was not just simply applying pressure. She completely obliterated all of Huang Silang's thoughts on a soul level, making him submit directly, as straightforward and pure as natural selection.
Even purer than encountering a head teacher in an internet cafe.
