Wan Zizhen's appearance dealt Jiang Xuansu a devastating blow.
It not only destroyed Jiang Xuansu's years of pride, but also made her take cultivation seriously again.
Lin Bai, by contrast, remained exceptionally calm.
Compared to Jiang Xuansu, Lin Bai had been born into humble circumstances and risen from the lowest rung. Once, every martial artist before him had been someone he could only look up to. Along the way, Lin Bai had encountered countless "geniuses," "peerless geniuses," "Saint Sons," "Spirit Sons," and the like.
In the eyes of outsiders, Lin Bai had always acted ruthlessly and without mercy, domineering beyond measure, looking very much like a reckless brute with no brains.
But in truth, he had always maintained a heart of awe toward this world.
He had always known that beyond men there were other men, and beyond the heavens there were other heavens.
He had the existence of the Giant God Race to thank for that.
The existence of the Giant God Race was like a sword suspended over Lin Bai's neck, and he had no idea when it might come crashing down.
Thus, Lin Bai had always remained vigilant, focused, and filled with awe.
If Lin Bai had been like Jiang Xuansu—locking himself away and drowning in self-pity at the slightest setback—he would never have made it this far.
After all, the Lin Bai of today was no longer that youth from the Barren Ancient Continent who knew only how to blame the heavens and complain about the world's injustice.
Seven days later.
Lin Bai had fully recovered from his injuries. As he stood on the deck getting some air, he ran into Meng Qi and learned that Jiang Xuansu had not left her room for several days.
He therefore went to Jiang Xuansu's door and gently knocked.