Yet the Youth surnamed Long had complete confidence in Lin Xuan, a faint cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Common sense? When have the miracles created by this Junior Brother Lin of ours ever followed common sense? In the battle of Star-Moon City, didn't you all think he was doomed to lose? And what was the result..."
"And take the Spirit Division Trial, for instance. In your entire lives, when have you ever seen such a ferocious battle record? A miracle—when used on others, perhaps that is what it is. But for this Junior Brother Lin of ours, creating miracles is as easy as eating and sleeping. Taking on more than twenty cultivators of the same realm alone—do you truly think it impossible if it happened to him?"
"This..."
Everyone fell silent. After all, what the Youth surnamed Long had said was not empty boasting. Each and every matter had been something they had personally experienced and seen with their own eyes. Just as he said, if even these could be counted as miracles, then there were far too many miracles in the world, and they were far too cheap.
What, then, was impossible to happen to Lin Xuan—even defeating more than twenty Spirit Division Stage cultivators by himself?
Perhaps a task impossible in others' eyes might not necessarily be so once placed in Lin Xuan's hands.
As these thoughts flashed through their minds, everyone began to waver somewhat from their original view.
Since they no longer dared be certain of anything, they naturally could not keep speaking rashly.
For a time, inside the cave, several high-level cultivators looked at one another, and the atmosphere became strange and eerie. Fortunately, it did not last long before the Silver-Eyed Maiden's voice broke the silence. "What is wrong with