He had not directly shown off those classic famous poems. If he claimed them as his own, First Senior Sister would have to think him hypocritical.
Hmph... these days, if you were going to be a literary plagiarist, the earlier you started, the better!
Over the next two days, Lin Heng stayed soaked in the academy, flipping through all kinds of information on various figures.
Among them, he even saw records of many old acquaintances: He Qingcang, Ancestor Murong, the Star God Temple ancestor, and even the Changlin Clan.
If he had not looked into the Changlin Clan's foundation, he would never have known. Once he looked, he got the fright of a lifetime.
Although they could not compare to other immortal clans, with one household having three Supremes,
they could not be helped; they had too many Dao Integration mighty experts.
Lin Tianhe's cultivation was stuck at half-step Supreme. He had never been able to go up, unable to find the opportunity to break through to the Mahayana stage.
Lin Daochuan, ranked fifth, was also at the peak of Dao Integration cultivation.
In other words, the Old Lin Family had no fewer than three half-step Supreme figures alone.
After all, between Lin Tianhe and Lin Daochuan, there was still a Fourth Sister wedged in there. It could not be that Fourth Sister was weaker than both the one before and the one after her.
Wasn't family ranking divided according to strength or seniority?
No wonder the Old Lin Family had been surrounded and beaten by a pile of people in the Central Domain and still had not been wiped out. So besides two Supremes, they also had no fewer than three reserves.
And this was only the second generation. In the third generation, people like Lin Yi and Lin