Numb.
Li Dazhi sat there, listening to Jade Pool's brief explanation and staring at the sword box and meditation cushion his son had brought out, feeling entirely numb.
"Ping'an, does this count as recognizing a thief as your father—ugh, I mean recognizing a thief as your master?"
Li Ping'an shrugged. "Not my choice. The Three Pure Ones told me to bow to him."
Feng Qingyang's expression was equally tangled as he gazed at the meditation cushion, his mouth twitching as though he wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.
In his long life, he truly hadn't seen anything this absurd.
Wasn't the Transcender supposed to be an enemy?
Why would the Three Pure Ones allow this? Could there be some calculation he couldn't fathom? Or was this a prelude to the Three Pure Ones abandoning the new Heavenly Emperor?
The atmosphere in the underground chamber grew a touch heavier.
