As class ended, everyone quickly dispersed.
Li Su noticed that among these nearly thousand people, there was virtually no conversation. Even those who knew one another merely nodded before leaving straight away.
Clearly, no one was in the mood to chat right now. All of them were eager to return and practice according to the poses of the figure in the painting, hoping to gain an entry point as soon as possible.
And that was precisely what made this method so insidious.
Unless one cultivated it to the very end, until it had sunk deep into one's bones, it was nearly impossible to spot anything wrong—unless the disparity between the two sides was simply too vast, so vast that even the outward appearance could no longer be maintained.
And if something went wrong in the early stages, it would basically never be blamed on the cultivation method. It would only be regarded as a problem with oneself.
After all, this thing was not a wall standing across everyone's path.
It was a drafty door. Each layer would block some people, yet there would always be those who could keep going. Only at the end, when they tried to let everything fall into place and open every door, would they discover that those doors had already trapped them to death.
Thinking of this, Li Su did not hurry to leave. Instead, he remained where he was, silently waiting for the number of disciples in the classroom to dwindle.
In any case, he had no plans to cultivate for the moment. He intended to gather enough information first.
And sure enough, this grotto-heaven was truly suited for gathering information—there was simply too much of it. It was everywhere, densely packed all around him.
Even the green bricks beneath his feet had special