Lin Su quietly searched the soul...
The others watched in silence...
Some gained insight; some were stirred...
Jun Tianxia thought, Lingyun First Seat truly was Lingyun First Seat. You could never fathom the methods he possessed.
Mad Saber thought, On Wudao Mountain, cultivation had actually remained intact. Could this be something unique to the Literary Way? He was a Cultivator and did not understand the Literary Way, but if the woman before him could wield the Literary Way on Wudao Mountain, then he, an absolute legend of the Literary Way, naturally could as well! If there had ever been a moment in his life when true reverence for the Literary Way rose in his heart, it was undoubtedly now.
If Yao Gu had heard Mad Saber's thoughts, she would surely have retorted, Which bastard said the Literary Way can be used on Wudao Mountain? My legendary True World had been crushed into a ball, my sacred treasure had become an ordinary weapon—do you know how miserably the Literary Way was suppressed by the Power of No Way?
As for the peculiarity Lin Su had displayed today, she interpreted it through the Wisdom Way and the Cultivation Way...
Lin Su had long ago said something that was like poetry, yet not quite poetry: People flew in the sky, schemes chased along the ground. Once No Way cast its net, fish came in heaps!
He had known long ago that someone would come after him.
And he had long ago made Wudao Mountain the grand finale for breaking the deadlock and killing in return.
She knew he had made preparations, and she had always been guessing what exactly those preparations were.
Now she knew. The preparation was this: when everyone else's cultivation was restrained, he could retain his identity as a Cultivator!