The Confucian Sage and the Wisdom Sage exchanged a glance, then soared into the sky at the same time.
For a moment, above the Third Heaven, all the Sages manifested themselves...
The sole exception was the Poet Sage.
The Poet Sage's belly was full of pent-up fury. Heaven bore witness: since becoming a Sage, he had never been as depressed as he was today. For the first time, someone had dared to run wild in Poetry Capital, dared to defy him.
Lin Su, you bastard! So many Sages were against you, yet you had to come after me. What, did I look like a soft persimmon to you?
What was even more excessive was that Lin Su had actually dissolved his literary Dao suppression with literary Dao.
What did that mean?
It meant this Heavenly Dao Quasi-Saint truly could contend against a Sage.
His heart, which had not pounded fiercely in a thousand years, gave a slight leap. Then he noticed the scene around him: all the Sages had manifested. If the Poet Sage had been a thousand years younger, he probably would have felt the urge to curse out everyone's ancestors for eight generations.
Lin Su's disrespect toward me, a Sage, was such a fine show, was it?
You all leaped out to watch the spectacle to my face. Did I, a Sage, no longer need my Saintly Might?
But no matter what, he had to manifest himself...
The Poet Sage set out from his study. One step took him beyond its door; the next took him to the summit of Poetry Capital.
The moment his gaze fell below, this Sage nearly suffered internal injuries from holding it in...
The Holy Lord of the Poet Sage Sacred Family was lying at Lin Su's feet.
The mighty Grand Commander of