The setting sun was like blood.
Perhaps because of the humidity and cloud cover, the sinking sun refracted a layer of red light across the sky. Wang Qi's residence, perhaps due to its orientation, was gradually sinking into the mountain's shadow, giving off a somewhat grim and murderous air.
Yet the other cultivators showed not the slightest impatience.
By now, many cultivators had gathered outside Wang Qi's door. Apart from a few Core Formation Cultivators who had been waiting from the start, most were Primordial Spirit cultivators, with even a small number of Void Refining cultivators among them. The platform, originally half the size of a football field, could no longer hold them all. Many had no choice but to hover in midair, waiting for Wang Qi to appear.
These cultivators faced Wang Qi's residence, silent as warriors about to charge.
"Old Bo, you came too?"
"That brat Wang Qi is arrogant beyond measure. Half a month ago, he announced that he'd lecture on the Dao to us. I'd like to hear what medicine he's selling from his gourd."
"But honestly, that kid really has some skill."
"Even the old Sect Master was... was brought down by him."
"Hmph. A mere upstart."
"Topology has always been our School of Separation's private plot. I really don't know what he intends to lecture about..."
"I find something else strange. If this Wang Qi truly made some extraordinary discovery, why didn't he seek out his teachers?"
"That is rather strange. His earlier papers... mm, On Computable Numbers and Their Application to the Decision Problem, and A Tentative Discussion of Formally Undecidable Statements and Related Systems in the Arithmetic Section of Volume One of the Myriad Dharma Calculation Collection—both were immensely formidable papers, weren't they? Yet they were first circulated among a small circle