Li Xiaobai watched, dumbstruck, as the cultivators around him shouted loudly as if possessed by demons, feeling like they had joined some heretical cult.
On the stage, Ergouzi sat down with great self-satisfaction, imitating the posture of human cultivators with his short legs crossed. The wide kasaya covered most of his body securely, making him look quite comical.
"Senior, they have not yet fully adapted to the power of faith, so they are so excited. Give them a few more days and they will return to normal,"
whispered Hu Meizi, "Senior, have you ever met Master Wuhu before? A dog with five hundred thousand units of karmic merit, I feel like I've lived my life in vain."
"No matter how high one's merit is, it's useless if one's weak. Being able to cut it down effortlessly, a strong cultivation level is the real deal,"
Li Xiaobai said indifferently, calming his mind and observing Ergouzi's performance on the stage.