Thud!
A dull yet clear collision sound echoed through the relatively quiet side hall, momentarily overwhelming the surrounding audio effects.
Crimson blood beads instantly seeped from his forehead, staining the ground.
Nearby tourists who were also paying homage to Emperor Zhao were startled by the sudden sound, turning their heads in succession.
When they saw Ye Ming bleeding from his forehead, their faces were filled with shock and disbelief.
"Wow, dude, what's your deal."
"You alright, man? This is just a cyber ceremony, a formality will do, why so serious."
"I understand wanting the Monster World qualification, I'm here for it today too, but you've gone too far."
"You're bleeding, man; this guy must have gone mad?"
The whispers quickly turned into exclamations.
But Ye Ming ignored all of this as if he couldn't feel the pain or hear any sound.
He maintained his most standard etiquette and bowed again.
Thud!
The second kowtow was even heavier and resolute.
