Ya Song was the spirit of the books. Born from the Sacred Dao, her judgments on matters concerning the Sacred Dao were invariably precise.
Yet she had still misjudged Lin Su.
Lin Su had spent merely three hours walking a path that top-tier prodigies needed seven days to complete.
The Literary Realm of Broadness already had clear coordinates within his heart.
He opened his eyes and saw the tea on the tea table, but not a soul in sight.
He casually picked up the cup and took a sip, then flicked the willow branch in his hand as he stepped out of the Elegant Abode.
Passing through the Tale of the White Snake area, he saw White Lady. White Lady stood by Broken Bridge beneath an umbrella, looking back at him with apparent curiosity. Lin Su was somewhat afraid that the plot from the book might suffer some temporal disorder. If White Lady mistook him for Xu Xian, Tale of the White Snake would have to be rewritten. So he hurriedly left.
Ahead lay the Grand View Garden. It covered a vast expanse, and as he passed beside its walls, he distinctly heard the sound of someone swinging. It felt remarkably real. Meeting the characters he had written, face-to-face within the books he had created, was both an eerie and novel experience.
Lin Su even had a strange feeling. If White Lady cultivated gradually, would she develop her own spiritual intelligence and transform into another Sacred Daughter of the Literary Mountain?
Theoretically, it was possible.
Then what about the Sacred Daughter of the Literary Mountain herself?
Could she also be a character from some book?
And which book would that be?
There were many people ahead, all manner of shapes and forms; some were not even human-shaped. Lin Su proceeded