"Could Literary Realm of Broadness be used here?" A faint glimmer lit in Weiyu's eyes.
"Under this hall's force field, Literary Realm of Broadness cannot be used!" Lin Su drew his sword with a swish. "But the sword dao can!"
"Go!" Weiyu stretched out her hand, and the void before her shattered like a mirror.
She left, then returned, once again standing at the entrance to the great hall.
The difference was that someone now stood beside her—Lin Su!
"You still dare come?" Seven people stood in a row within the hall. Three held sabers, two held swords. The person on the far left was a woman, charming in every gesture, a length of silk draped in her hand, seemingly her sash. This was the very sash that had passed through Spatial Turbulence and struck Weiyu heavily. She was also the one speaking now.
"And you even brought another man, dressed like a scholar. Could he be a literary cultivator?"
"A literary cultivator entering our Weiyu Hall? What a rare oddity!"
The three spoke one after another, utterly relaxed.
Because they were in no hurry. Within Weiyu Hall, they practically controlled the entire battle. The longer time dragged on, the more injuries their opponents suffered. Time stood on their side.
Lin Su smiled faintly. "It seems none of you are truly among Misty Rain Pavilion's upper ranks!"
The old man standing in the center darkened his face. "Boy, are you looking down on us?"
"Not at all," Lin Su said. "If you were Misty Rain Pavilion's upper ranks, you would certainly know who I am!"
"You... who are you?"
Lin Su slowly raised the sword in his hand. "Lin Su!"
"Lin Su!" All seven cried out at once...
As long as one was in the upper echelons of Misty Rain