C55 The Human Race
Hongjun vanished from the meditation cushion, his voice lingering faintly in the air.
"Go now!"
With the Dao Ancestor's departure, a sense of ease filled the space.
The Saints watched Haotian and Yao Chi, their minds alight with private schemes.
A Celestial Emperor to govern all spirits? Such a lofty position! Was this the Teacher's way of expressing dissatisfaction with them
