Dream of Fortune

Before the Jade Stele of Fortune.

Everyone sat quietly on their respective meditation cushions, their gazes sweeping over the figure at the very front, their thoughts churning.

Lin Chen's strength had exceeded all their expectations.

He was decades younger than them, yet his strength could crush them.

In outsiders' eyes, they were Heavenly Talents. What, then, was Lin Chen?

He was a truly peerless Heavenly Talent!

Many people looked at the several empty meditation cushions behind them, their hearts aching in sympathy.

Who could have imagined that Lin Chen would show no mercy at all? Zhang Yi was understandable—the grudge between the Eight Desolations Sect and the Azure Ripple Sect was known throughout the world.

But as for the others, Lin Chen had also crippled their martial cultivation without the slightest hesitation. That was practically the same as forming a blood feud. Was Lin Chen not afraid that the sects behind them would seek revenge?

But then again, Lin Chen really did seem unafraid.

Although the Azure Ripple Sect had admitted defeat and lost half its territory, it still had a Myriad Manifestations Realm martial artist guarding it. No sect had dared attack its gates. As for Lin Chen traveling outside, one must not forget that besides being a disciple of the Azure Ripple Sect, Lin Chen was also the Imperial Son-in-Law of the Flower Clan.

The Flower Clan's strength was in no way inferior to the Azure Ripple Sect's.

Nor had Lin Chen been the one to provoke this matter. At most, one could only say that Lin Chen's methods had been somewhat ruthless.

But no matter how shocking what had just happened was, everyone present was a Heavenly Talent cultivated by their respective sects. Their ability to endure was far beyond that of ordinary people, and they soon