Si Sui had appeared!
In an instant, despite having prepared himself mentally, Lu Yang could not help but feel a trace of anticipation—anticipation for this saint of the Light Sea.
That was right. A saint.
At least judging by the information gathered so far, Si Sui absolutely deserved the title of saint. One could say he was even more of a saint than Chu Sheng!
Of course, that was meant as praise.
Yet because of the True Cultivation Dao Lord's existence, as well as certain earlier speculations, Lu Yang could not help but harbor some unspoken doubts.
Thus, Si Sui had taken on countless forms in Lu Yang's mind, with innumerable imagined temperaments. Would he be as rugged as Pan Huang? As sinister as Chu Sheng? Or would Wisdom Light soar from him like it did from Dao Tianqi? All those expectations and conjectures froze the instant Lu Yang saw Si Sui in person.
Very quickly, he had his answer.
Teacher.
That was right. If Lu Yang had to describe his first impression of Si Sui, his answer would be "teacher." Si Sui exuded the bearing of someone who taught and nurtured others.
"This humble Daoist is Si Sui. Greetings, fellow Daoists."
His clear, unhurried voice drifted over. It was utterly unlike Lu Yang's fixed impression of the Dharma Body Path—courteous and refined, even carrying a hint of scholarly frailty.
The next second, Lu Yang controlled his Foundation Establishment soul and swiftly pulled away from the True Cultivation Dao Lord. He then tried to gather the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth to temporarily forge a physical body. Yet the moment he moved, a familiar, vast power emerged. By the time he came back to himself, his body had already recovered.
[Dharma Body Path].
Countless thoughts flickered in Lu Yang's