Canghai Chaoxin Cave spanned an extremely vast area, spiritual energy surging as light and shadow swayed.
Many cultivators had come seeking the Dao, scattered across the cave's high platforms, reefs, tidal whirlpool mouths, and other locations.
No one knew where Bei Ming would appear, nor where exactly he would preach the Dao.
Thus, most cultivators vied to occupy conspicuous spots, hoping to catch Wen Zu's eye more easily.
Several small-scale conflicts even broke out over securing positions.
Yet everyone knew this was a place Wen Zu had chosen for preaching the Dao. None dared truly fight to the death, and all stopped at the proper point.
If they incurred Wen Zu's displeasure over a position, that would truly be losing the greater for the lesser.
Suyao did not care about this at all.
She understood that Wen Zu's divine abilities were vast. As long as one entered Canghai Chaoxin Cave, one's position made no difference.
Whether one could enter Ancestor of Script's Sect ultimately depended on aptitude, temperament, and opportunity—not on who stood in the most conspicuous place.
If that truly mattered, then why preach the Dao? They might as well settle victory and defeat through battle.
Suyao gathered her thoughts, searched briefly, selected a relatively secluded Tidal Stone Platform, and sat cross-legged to cultivate alone, quietly awaiting Bei Ming's arrival.
Elsewhere, Bei Ming and his party headed south from the Changbai Mountain Range, traveling at an unhurried pace governed by Yinglong's speed as their mount.
The five accompanying disciples were not familiar with one another. Each wore a solemn expression, and though they belonged to the same lineage, they still kept their distance.
Or perhaps Bei Ming, their master, made them somewhat unable to relax.
In any case, this relationship between fellow disciples still needed time to be tempered.