"This passage permit is a travel pass!" Lin Su told her.
Zhou Mei shot him a sidelong glance. "Isn't that obvious? Even a blind man could tell it's a travel pass."
Lin Su gave a mysterious smile. "What even a blind man can see is that this is my travel pass into Wenxin Cliff. But in truth, it isn't. It is... the travel pass for the people of Wenxin Pavilion to settle accounts after I stir up a monstrous uproar there!"
"Stir up a monstrous uproar?" Zhou Mei precisely caught the key point.
"Yes!"
"What are you planning to do... draw your sword and wipe out the sect?" Sweat even beaded on Zhou Mei's forehead.
"Draw my sword and wipe out the sect—if I could, I truly wouldn't show mercy to that pack of scum. But I don't underestimate Wenxin Pavilion. If I directly draw my sword and wipe out the sect, there's a very high chance I'll be the one wiped out!"
Zhou Mei gently raised a hand to wipe away her sweat. "That's exactly what I wanted to tell you! It's wonderful that you can see that yourself."
Wenxin Pavilion was a special and mysterious sect.
The people of Wenxin Pavilion did not cultivate, nor did they enter the Literary Altar. Their physical constitutions were abnormally frail, yet what allowed them to stand above the martial world and make countless renowned immortal sects tremble in fear?
It was solely because they possessed a mysterious skill: the Spiritual Power Secret Technique.
When the Spiritual Power Secret Technique killed, it was equivalent to a clash of Primordial Spirits. Such clashes generally occurred only at the final moment of a life-and-death battle between cultivators. Once matters reached that point, it meant a cultivator's life was split down the middle: the loser