Within Nether City, Gan Bai sat upright on a cliff, his mind immersed in the Heaven-Training Dao Canon.
As the mystic cultivators of the various prefectures had exchanged ideas over these days, new Dao methods and chapter seals had continuously emerged. Those discussing Dao methods no longer mingled together as they had before; naturally, different levels had formed, each with its own gathering place for exchange.
But from the standpoint of his cultivation level, there was no great difference here at all. High or low, whoever deserved criticism got criticized all the same.
After ruthlessly tearing apart yet another person who had come forth to expound the Dao, he withdrew, thoroughly satisfied. At that moment, he glanced over the comments beneath his past critiques. It had only been a casual look, but he gave a soft "Eh?" and began reading carefully.
To be honest, after leaving so many critiques, apart from a few stubborn diehards, most people now only flattered him below them. There were far fewer rebuttals, making things rather dull and tasteless.
Yet this person's rebuttals gave him a distinctly different feeling. They struck precisely at the crucial points. One or two comments would have been one thing, but this person had left more than ten in succession, every one maintaining the same standard.
At first, he had been quite interested. But after looking through this person's many previous comments, he discovered that this person had not spoken much elsewhere. They had come solely for him.
Gan Bai's little face was full of vigilance. Something was wrong with this person! Could this "Red Cinnabar" have been sent by Celestial Xia to probe his identity?
He sneered. Ignore your comments? I simply won't respond to you. Let's see what you can do then.
So he pretended not to see