The flying boat continued forward, yet its speed decreased. Chen Yan estimated in his mind, using the floating mountain as a reference point, that the speed of the flying boat had roughly slowed to that of an ordinary car.
Such a round of bowing and kneeling lasted for more than twenty minutes among the people around.
Standing there, Chen Yan found it inappropriate to leave, so he too bowed his head in salutation towards the distant Venerable Dojo.
Over twenty minutes later, the floating mountain of the Venerable Dojo finally fell behind the flying boat.
The steward straightened his body with some reluctance, looking back wistfully in the direction of the Venerable Dojo.
He seemed somewhat disappointed, but seeing those crew members still kneeling on the ground behind him, he snorted and said coldly, "Alright, finished bowing to the Saint. Now get back to work, no slacking off!"
The crew dared not disobey, rising and dispersing.
