They meditated. They pretended. They suffered.
And most importantly, they refused to lose face.
The irony was that Lin Feng, who was standing at the front of the field, naturally knew exactly what they were doing.
With his perception, hiding such a thing from him was impossible.
Yet Lin Feng merely glanced in their direction before calmly looking away.
He did not expose them. There was no need. People had their own pride, after all.
If these two wanted to sit there pretending to be enlightened, then he would simply let them pretend.
Perhaps, after sitting long enough, they might even accidentally calm their minds and gain something from the lesson after all.
The op enlightenment state was only reserved for the good people.
Meanwhile, the two men continued their performance. They could not cry.
They could not complain. They could not even scratch an itch.
They could only sit there with solemn expressions while their hearts silently wept.
