The moment they met, no words of proof were needed. A thrum from the deepest part of his Dao lineage and an ineffable, instinctual sense from the depths of his Divine Soul recognizing a pinnacle existence of the Sword Dao instantly turned Xu Yunfan's suspicions into unshakable, ironclad proof!
Without a shred of hesitation, not even taking a moment to check his own condition, Xu Yunfan shot to his feet with practiced ease. His knees buckled, and with a THUD, he unreservedly performed the most solemn kowtow of a Taoist Sect disciple, his forehead pressing deeply against the formless ground below, which felt as gentle as water despite being nothing but empty space.
"Ancestral Master, please accept the kowtow of Xu Yunfan... the nineteenth-generation True Disciple of the Taoist Sect!"
His voice trembled slightly with excitement and weakness, yet every word was crystal clear, filled with a heartfelt reverence and admiration.
