Chapter 293: Transcendent Qing (30)
With a graceful leap using antigravity footwork, Qing soared up—tak!—and landed lightly. Gasps erupted all around her.
Of course, the commoners’ eyes were set somewhere around ankle level, so it wasn’t like they recognized the rare footwork that rose and fell with absolute elegance.
But having witnessed such otherworldly, immortal-like movement with their own eyes, the people around her folded their hands and started murmuring, “Heavenly Lady,” “Celestial Maiden.”
Qing stepped forward with confidence, and the crowd split left and right to open a path.
It wasn't quite on the level of parting the sea, but it was an impressive enough sight.
As Qing walked forward with sharp, ringing tak tak footsteps, people followed behind her, dazed, as if under a spell.
Watching this, Geol Taran’s eyes welled up with tears, and emotion swelled in his chest.
The Supreme Heir of the Cheonma leads the people!
Not by tyranny, but through virtue and righteousness, she lays the foundation for conquering the Central Plains—ah, the future of the Cheonma Divine Cult shines bright with glory!
If there was any reason Geol Taran hadn’t already broken down sobbing, it was because of the utterly obscene, seductive sway of Qing’s hips—movement so natural it effortlessly unraveled a man’s soul.
Anyway, pulling himself together with a jolt, Geol Taran pushed through the crowd and caught up to Qing, taking a respectful half-step behind her on the right. Hands clasped, he struck a pose of reverent deference.
It felt like he had become the right arm of the Supreme Heir. He was so overwhelmed by pride and joy that he began to wonder—was this paradise? Had he died and entered the Pure Land? Was it a dream or reality?