Although he was dissatisfied with many of the Grand Preceptor's actions and did not accept the rules set by the Grand Preceptor, a cultivator was a cultivator—why should they be equal to mortals? To even help them with their affairs!
But no matter how much he disagreed or was uncontent, he was one of the Grand Preceptor's disciples who had experienced enlightenment, and for the grace of this enlightenment, he had to give thanks!
All around, other cultivators who had just awakened from their enlightenment also began to either clasp their fists or bow towards the direction of the Grand Preceptor.
Suddenly, an elderly figure among the crowd fell to his knees, giving three deep bows to the illusory figure within the beam of light.
All around, people turned to look.
The Grand Preceptor granted the grace of enlightenment, for which they naturally had to express gratitude, yet among them, only this one knelt.