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Just as he finished speaking, a whistling wind arose from within the den. A middle-aged man draped in robes, with black hair and brown eyes, strode out. His long hair was loose and he had a great shield strapped to his back.
He said in a resonant voice, "This humble demon greets the great king!"
After speaking, he bowed deeply in respect. Li Zhouwei frowned and helped him up. Luken had always addressed the elders of the Li Family as fellow Daoists, but this formal bow was a breach of seniority.
Li Zhouwei asked in surprise, "Why are you doing this, senior?"
Luken rose with a smile and replied, "This is another matter. When one sees the White Qilin, one must first offer proper courtesy—thus the bow."
Though he smiled warmly, the reverence in his gaze didn’t fade. Clearly, like the Dragon Son Dingjiao, he regarded Li Zhouwei as...
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