The Teacher lowered his eyes.
He remained silent.
Yu Linglong's phoenix eyes fixed steadily on that pale, bluish face.
Much of the time, he was always silent, to the point that those around him had once thought he disliked speaking.
Yet within such silence lurked a spring breeze—soundless but gentle, like warm sunlight, like the vast moonlight hanging high in the sky, sweeping away the frost and chill of Ironthorn Mountain Ridge.
Before she began studying under him, she had heard Teacher Tu Shan Jun say many things.
When he spoke them with solemnity yet calmness, Yu Linglong had indeed been shaken.
As time passed, she gradually seemed to have truly forgotten how stern Tu Shan Jun had once been.
Otherwise, why had she been so shocked upon hearing Tu Shan Jun say it?
Perhaps she had not understood before, but now she understood completely.
Because Teacher Tu Shan Jun was a man whose words matched his deeds. If he said something, he would certainly do it, abiding by the strict promises he had made long ago.
It was his handsome appearance and gentle manner that had made her overlook one thing.
That was, among the millions of yin gods within the Soul Banner, many certainly had not been offered up by others as Attendants, as they were within the Lineage. Then... could Teacher Tu Shan Jun truly be a softhearted man?
He might possess compassion, but he would never be soft-handed.
There were only wrong daoist titles, never mistaken nicknames.
Then what did the world call her Teacher?
Yu Linglong pondered carefully.
After the incident in City of Myriad Things erupted, the spirit artifact that had been widely rumored was the Soul Banner.
The Soul Banner's artifact spirit was called the "Soul-Devouring Demon Venerable" by the world.
The world