"Great Dao Direct Pointing Cui Xu Art, first layer."
"What!"
The entire square erupted in an uproar. This commotion was even greater than when they had seen Cai Shu reach the third layer of the Great Dao Direct Pointing Cui Xu Art.
Everyone saw that when Luo Bei threw his punch, the wordless stone stele only flashed with a faint, barely discernible azure glow.
Even among those at the first layer, Luo Bei's progress was clearly far inferior to Xuan Wuqi's.
Someone whose reputation had long preceded him, whose talent was acknowledged by even the teachers as unparalleled—his cultivation progress was actually this poor!
For a moment, nearly all the disciples of Jingshen and Tianzhu felt an utterly absurd thought arise in their hearts.
"Could he be one of those people with exceptional talent who slacks off every day and never cultivates diligently? Impossible. How could Ge Li's teacher allow him to be lazy every day?"
"What exactly is going on? His cultivation seems to be the worst among everyone who has appeared so far..."
"Why isn't he stepping down yet?"
"Has this guy been dealt too great a blow?"
Just as Duan Tianya announced Luo Bei's first-layer progress without a trace of emotion, and the disciples throughout the square could not help whispering among themselves, they saw that Luo Bei had not stepped down. Instead, he stood motionless before the wordless stone stele, as though stunned senseless.
By then, the restless murmurs had grown rather loud, yet Luo Bei seemed not to hear them at all and remained standing there without moving.
"Junior Brother Luo Bei." A somewhat timid voice rang out. Yet in a setting where no one dared speak loudly, that voice calling out to remind Luo Bei seemed extraordinarily brave.
The one who spoke was Lin