The handsome man, Crimson Rock turned around and walked back into the elegant pavilion, and Xue Ying and Xi Wei followed behind.
They first passed a corridor before entering one of the side doors of the pavilion to finally reach a house at the rear. Crimson Rock pushed the door open. The whole place was empty except for a praying mat placed on the floor. A picture hanging on the wall depicted a crimson-robed old man with crimson hair. Even his beard was crimson in color, curved upward at the sides. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his entire person emitted an aura so vast and boundless that anyone watching it would feel as if the old man was even grander than the starry sky.
"This is the sacred master," the handsome man declared. "In the past, those accepted as honorary disciples would kneel and worship the sacred master. The sacred master is now dead, however, so you should kneel and worship next to this picture instead."
