Indeed, that was exactly the case. Those with keen senses had already heard the sound of oars cutting through the water. Zhang Miaolin, who had been thrown into the lake, had not yet fully sobered up before he was "rescued" away. As for who was on the other side, Mr. Yu of the Siding Institute did not care, and naturally none of the cultivators present would wag their tongues.
Quite a few people mulled it over inwardly: This Yu fellow's stance was far too strange. He kept shifting back and forth, elusive and uncertain. He had only just eased things somewhat with Su Shuanghe, yet now he was going to stand against him?
One had to know that for those people who had already been "marked" to compete in talismans and seize pills, failure would have been perfectly normal. But if, by some chance... by some chance they succeeded, would that not be a savage slap across Su Shuanghe's face?
Why had he voluntarily stepped into such a dilemma?
No matter how the cultivators on the first floor spun their countless thoughts, Su Shuanghe, seated in the place of honor, made his final decision. "Since the end of the last tribulation, since the Northern Demonic Tribulation, the divine abilities of Shangqing talismans have rarely been seen in this world. Today, my luck is not bad. This young friend's Siding Institute has inherited the Shangqing legacy and shall add another splendor to Heaven and Earth. Wonderful, truly wonderful."
Su Shuanghe threw back his head and laughed. No one could fathom what thoughts lay behind that laughter. Only one thing could be confirmed:
He had acknowledged it.
A single word from a great power was no small matter. Another bout of visible and invisible chaos erupted over the lake. From Young Master