Gan Bai had been about to step forward and tear them apart with a few vicious critiques, but then he realized that if he wanted to leave a message here, he needed a sigil to represent himself. If he left it blank, it might reveal his true name.
That would not do, of course. The juniors below did not know him, but those people above certainly did. He did not want to expose himself the moment he arrived. Would that not be far too humiliating?
He then recalled that the immortal pill eaten by that brat in the grand drama had been refined from immortal peaches. After a thoughtful hum, he chose the name "Peach Fruit."
He immediately began refuting the messages beneath those chapter seals and chapter methods one by one. He had no particular target; he criticized whatever he came across, berating them point by point. It felt immensely satisfying.
Naturally, he did not dare write anything too excessive, and tried to keep his words simple and plain. Yet he was, after all, an Profound Venerable of the Dao, with horizons and an understanding of Dao methods far beyond ordinary cultivators. He always struck at the heart of the matter.
Those whom he had criticized soon found him, and every one of them respectfully thanked him.
These people were no fools. If some ordinary person had picked faults with their work, they would always have argued back. But this person's every sentence contained piercing insight, each one striking at a vital point. They could not refuse to be convinced. All guessed that he was a senior cultivator. Even if they felt displeased, they did not dare openly oppose him and could only offer flattering words.
Gan Bai was somewhat pleased at first by all the praise, but he