Tomorrow, were you planning to go to Calligraphy Peak?
This was a very ordinary question, no fundamentally different from "Have you eaten?" or "What do you want to do tomorrow?" It was the sort of thing anyone might casually ask.
Yet at this moment, under these circumstances, for her to suddenly ask it was anything but ordinary.
Lin Su had never revealed to anyone that he intended to ascend Calligraphy Peak.
For Ming Tianyan to suddenly say this pointed to one possibility—the only possibility: she knew one of Lin Su's hidden secrets.
This time, Lin Su had entered the Holy Hall and Stirred Up a storm within it, turning every Dao upside down. He had opened four gates in succession on the Painting Dao; on the Ink Dao, a single airplane had left everyone charred on the outside and tender within; the turmoil caused by the "I Ching" on the Yin Yang Dao had yet to settle; on the Music Dao, he had shaken heaven and earth; atop Poetry Peak, he had produced an Eternal Masterpiece...
Outsiders watched the spectacle; insiders watched the craft.
Yet even among insiders, few had truly glimpsed Lin Su's craft.
Some interpreted it from a realistic perspective. Lin Su had made such a tremendous fuss to obtain a Heaven-Reaching Token. Think about it—how wonderful was a Heaven-Reaching Token? It was like taking the civil service exam in Modern Society. Once you passed, you had an official post, a steady salary, fragrant status and standing, and could even pick the best "factory girls" for a wife. Was it wrong to put in some hard work for such a post? Those shut-in men in Modern Society could even uninstall their games. Was it excessive for him to toil for a few days and nights?
Others interpreted it