On a flying shuttle shaped like a seated Buddha stood five bald heads—two old, three young. The Old Monk was Kong Wen. Among the young monks was Kong Lingzi, whose shining scalp, under the light of the Heavenly Dao, was exceptionally bright, like a gourd freshly pulled from a vat of boiling oil.
Another cloud-like flying vessel came from the west. There were also five people aboard it, including an old acquaintance—Ji Wen!
The moment Ji Wen saw Lin Su, his breezy, tranquil face suddenly seemed to be covered by dense storm clouds.
Heaven bore witness: he cultivated the Rule of Wind and had achieved success in it. When he moved, he was like the wind; when he did not, calm clouds and gentle breezes were his natural state. There were truly few people in the world who could make his expression change at a single glance, but no matter how few there were, Lin Su was one of them.
Now that he saw Lin Su aboard the Jade Pool flying vessel, his face immediately turned especially ugly.
An elder behind him, with the immortal air and Daoist bones of a sage, softly exhaled. "He travels with Jade Pool, and he even brought along Mei Huanxian, Jade Pool's most troublesome Supreme Elder!"
"It seems this boy had already sensed something," said another elder. "With Mei Huanxian accompanying him, no one can touch him before Heavenly Dao Island... Ji Wen!"
Ji Wen stepped forward and bowed. "Here!"
The elder said, "You can only deal with this boy yourself!"
"Yes! This disciple will absolutely not let him leave Heavenly Dao Island alive!"
"Do not be arrogant. This boy is certainly not useless simply because his Literary Dao has been sealed. Your Rule of Wind is still only at the first level; victory