Yao Yun threw a punch, reducing more than half of the Great General's manor to ruins. Billowing dust and smoke scattered in all directions, and the shockwave, like a raging tide, forced the surrounding guards and household retainers to retreat repeatedly.
Sangji stood amidst the dust and smoke, his robes whipping in the wind, yet not a speck of dust touched him. He ignored the clamor around him and directly bowed low before Yao Yun, the woman who had just killed the Liyang Dynasty's Grand General of the North.
This action left Yao Yun stunned, but she recovered in an instant.
'The monk from the Great Snowy Mountain is kneeling to the god from beyond the heavens, not to me.'
"I beseech the Upper God to grant me an Opportunity for ascension!" Sangji's forehead was pressed firmly to the ground, his voice resolute and powerful.
