Silken Thread Pavilion was utterly silent.
Within Red Pavilion, Ji Yuechi gazed into the firmament, lightning flowing through her eyes as well...
At her side, the woman in purple gently pressed a hand to her shoulder. "Young Lady, this servant feels like crying..."
She only felt like crying, but Zui Ruo was already weeping...
Even Hui Xin of the Buddhist sect and Qingyun of the Daoist sect, normally so aloof as though untouched by Mortal Worldly Affairs, had shimmering ripples in their eyes.
Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish destiny for the people, carry on the lost teachings of the sages of old, and open an age of great peace for all generations!
They had never imagined that these four exquisitely peerless lines would open the deepest-hidden gates of their tear ducts, sending their tears flying wantonly through the late-autumn wind...
Ji Yuechi drew a deep breath. "He establishes a heart for heaven and earth; he establishes destiny for the people! I, Ji Yuechi, do not possess such grand ambition. I establish myself for one person alone!"
Her hand suddenly rose. At her fingertips fluttered a White Jade Butterfly...
The first bolt of lightning had passed.
Electric light coiled around Lin Su from head to toe.
The second bolt crashed down, twice as powerful!
Lin Su's hair flew high into the air. At this moment, he had lost all the bearing of a scholar.
The third bolt of lightning...
The crowd was horrified. "Three Lightning Sage Tribulation!"
"A Literary Grandmaster renowned across the world for the literary path has such profound cultivation foundations that he has drawn a Three Lightning Sage Tribulation? Truly terrifying!"
What was a Sage Tribulation?
It was both an assessment and a warning.
A warning of what?
A warning that even upon entering