Zhongli Wuxi could never have imagined that such an unbelievable scene would appear before his eyes.
In his mind, he feared nothing and no one but Zhongli Kun, the father of Dongmen Buju. Yet here he was, kneeling in front of Lin Fan, a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor who was barely over twenty, with no skills other than being an unreasonable rogue.
How could such a person make his proud and arrogant father kneel?!
Zhongli Wuxi truly couldn't understand.
So he was now exerting all his strength, trying to pull Zhongli Kun up from the ground.
But Zhongli Kun's knees seemed to have grown roots into the earth, and no matter how hard Zhongli Wuxi tried, he couldn't move him.
Finally.
Zhongli Wuxi, exhausted, sat back heavily on the ground, sweat dripping from his brow, blushing with exertion.
"Dad... what exactly are you doing?! You're the Clan Leader of the Earth Clan, ranked second among the twelve Ancient Clans, and yet you're kneeling to this kid — have you lost your mind?"
