The proud sect master, the man who had ruled over the Beggars' Sect with an iron will, dropped to his knees in front of Feng Liang without hesitation. His head lowered in deference, and his voice, once filled with the authority of a ruler, now carried a deep reverence.
"Bu Zheng…" he said quietly, his voice filled with awe and respect,
"pays his respects to the Immortal Lord."
The hall fell into stunned silence.
The elders, who had expected their sect master to strike Feng Liang down, now stared in shock, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.
The sect master… kneeling before this unknown man?
Feng Liang remained calm, his expression unchanged, though there was the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.
His golden eyes gleamed as they looked down at the kneeling sage, and for a moment, the entire hall seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what would happen next.
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