Lin Su ended his call with the Martial Saint.
To say his heart was utterly without ripples would have been a lie.
He had indeed harbored suspicions about the Book Sage before...
In what respect?
Mainly, the results.
The Holy Hall all said that the Martial Saint and the Book Sage were fundamentally cut from the same cloth. When the Martial Saint suffered calamity, killing intent had blanketed the Book Capital of the Book Sage for three years without ceasing, deterring those Sages who wished to strike at the remnants of the Military School and indirectly saving them.
But whom had he actually saved?
The Military Palace had still been destroyed, the Military School had still been ruined, the Martial Saint's statue had still been removed from Lingyan Pavilion, and Li Tianlei remained a taboo within Lingyan Pavilion.
Even when Black Elder suffered calamity, the Book Sage had not been seen stepping forward to solve any practical problem.
When the Devil Race ran rampant through the Mortal World, the Holy Hall still acted as though it saw nothing.
So the old bastard only carried the name of being brimming with fighting spirit, while doing fuck-all?!
After Black Elder's calamity, the name Duan Shangao had surfaced in Lin Su's mind. He felt that Duan Shangao was especially like the person seated atop the Book Capital.
But he also had to admit that the Book Family branch possessed a powerful ability to mislead him.
Because Chang Shiba, one of the people he trusted most, belonged to the Book branch; because his Book Power Theory had become a Sacred Hall Treasure Codex. All of this pointed in one direction: the Book Sage could be one of their own.
An ordinary person might truly have thrown himself into the Book Sage's camp without reservation,