Li Changgeng frantically tore out several strands of his snow-white beard. The fat old man fared even worse; his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.
The expressions of the four people, the dog, and the ox changed in an instant. They all looked nervously toward the Celestial Vault, but nothing happened.
Qing Ping Daoist showed no reaction, merely tilting his head in confusion. Qing He Daoist, however, was clearly startled. He stumbled back two steps, a look of utter horror filling his eyes as he stared at the young man.
He had heard that title before.
During that torrential rain in the shantytown, the Daoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain had humbly chanted that very name: Fusheng Lu Xuan Heavenly Venerable!
'Before that title, if I remember correctly, there was... another title, wasn't there?'
'What was it again? Supreme Profound Clarity?'
'No, that's not it...'
Qing He Daoist's mind went blank for a moment.
'Oh, I guess there wasn't. I must have misremembered.'
