「The summit of Taishan.」
The Wu'an Monarch's face was pale. Even Confucius was powerless...
He felt a tinge of despair. He knew that this Fengshan ceremony must be a complete failure... Or rather, even if the ceremony itself was successful, its fundamental purpose could no longer be achieved!
It was just as the Medicine King Buddha had said. If that Xuanhuang converted and became an Arhat, should His Majesty show him respect or not? Should he bow or not?
To not show respect and not bow would be a loss of Virtue.
But if he did show respect and bowed... that would be paying homage to an Immortal and bowing to a Buddha. The entire Fengshan ceremony would become a joke—an utter joke!
The Wu'an Monarch let out a bitter laugh. Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, both quick-witted, also realized this, and their expressions grew grim.
Yan Huang and his two companions were still terrified, subconsciously looking toward the masked youth.
