Only then did Li Zhouwei feel the carriage tremble. Yuanzi lifted the curtain for him and said respectfully, "My lord, please."0

Li Zhouwei stepped out. The dharma altar beneath his feet was made of gleaming silver white metal. The Daoists below all kept their heads lowered. Only the leading elderly Daoist stepped forward, bowed from a step away, and said, "We pay homage to the aspect of Bright Yang. That my lord has chosen to tread upon this small mountain and give rise to the Dao lineage here fills this humble cultivator with awe and gratitude beyond measure."0

Fearing he might offend someone, Yuanzi hurried to stay close and spoke gently, "Reporting to my lord, when the Eastern Sea experienced Falling Water Rising Storm and the Thunder Pool descended into the world, Celestial Cloud Monastery followed in response to its Dao lineage resonance from the Northern Sea. Their tradition derives from ancient cultivators. If there are any words of offense, please be understan...0