Lu Yin took a single step and traveled thousands of miles. This suspended island really was tiny to him.
Before long, he saw Shi Wuzhang sitting cross-legged and muttering something. Lu Yin walked past him, but Shi Wuzhang didn't even open his eyes. His withered arm had grown even more shriveled.
Lu Yin figured that if he could use Extreme Reversal on him, perhaps he could restore that arm.
Actually, there was no need. With his cultivation, restoring it wouldn't be difficult. It just went to show that everyone had their own convictions.
An ordinary person could raise an arm and let it wither completely—that took tremendous perseverance. And once someone became a cultivator, they could restore their arm, yet still choose to keep it withered. That took just as much perseverance.
When it came to perseverance, Lu Yin suspected he was no match for Shi Wuzhang.
He looked back. Shi Wuzhang's expression had grown even more solemn.
Next, Lu Yin saw Luo Zang, who practically glowed with confidence. With his hands behind his back, he looked like he ruled the void. It was obvious he was putting on an act.
Jiang Xiao Dao came next, shouting something frantically until his voice was hoarse. After him was Wen Sansi, reciting a text—the famous article from the Fifth Continent that had made a name for itself throughout the starry sky. Given the Fifth Continent's long history and accumulated wisdom, perhaps that really could attract a card.
Xiao Lian looked troubled as she pleaded with the void, as if praying. She was rather cute.
Gong Yu kept things simple: he bent over and shot arrow after arrow, putting everything he had into sending each one into the starry sky.
Those were all fairly normal.
Lu Yin saw someone take off his clothes