He walked to Zhao Zheng's side and, smiling, tapped him on the head three times. The young man startled awake and glanced at the elders, who were still meditating with their eyes closed and smiles on their faces. Fearing he might disturb them, he dared not make a sound and simply bowed to Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan nodded, then walked over to the Cyan Bull and mounted it. A divine radiance, smooth as silk, poured from his hand, lifting up the Eighty-One Armors who were also immersed in the principles of the Dao. He then began to slowly ride out of the city, not disturbing a single soul.
Zhao Zheng, having just been roused by him, did not hesitate. He bowed once more with the deference of a junior, then silently followed.
As he left Yong City, Zhao Zheng's heart shook as he saw the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the fish in the water all prostrate on the ground. Even the grass, trees, and flowers were bowed low.
