Zhu Yao walked down from the high seats. She did not intentionally circle around the people that was crawling on the ground, instead, she simply had a Wind Mystic Art attached to her legs. Hence, with her every step, as though she was sweeping the floor, the people that were blocking her path were swept to the two sides.
Walking straight towards Zi Mo, she lowered her head and looked towards the radish whose face was still stained with little tears.
And she coldly said. “Kneel, admit me as your master!”
“Little martial aunt!” Zi Mo instantly widened his eyes. Before he could be shocked by the fact that she was actually a Demigod, he was moved by that light, single sentence of hers. Tears could not help but surge out of his pair of old eyes.
Zhu Yao however, did not even looked at him, as she kept staring at the little radish, and said it once again. “Kneel.”
Only then did Zi Mo finally react, as he hurriedly pulled his daughter, and had her undergo the master honoring ritual.
The little radish’s tear stains had yet to dry, however, she somehow understood the situation. After heavily kowtowing towards her, she was no longer as energetic as before, as she looked at Zhu Yao with a hint of sadness in her eyes.