Tang Zhe'an merely smiled without speaking, and in everyone's eyes, that expression meant complete confidence.
Both sides were silent. Lu Yuanming was dumbfounded and at a loss, while the Daoists, monks, and samurai had their own concerns. As for Tang Zhe'an, he just wore that mysterious smile. The silence lasted for at least dozens of seconds. The impatient samurai mumbled a few curses and said, "True to your word, indeed worthy of a thank you, but aren't you and Lu Yuanming our disciples? Is it not absurd to expect us, your mentors, to thank you?"
The Daoists and monks were noncommittal—Lu Yuanming still stunned—while Tang Zhe'an grinned, pulled Lu Yuanming to their knees, and respectfully bowed three times. Although puzzled, Lu Yuanming also knew the importance of respecting one's master and the path. Since he had joined their Sect Gate and was treated well, with the core techniques of the gate being passed on without reserve, he indeed owed them a teacher's grace.
