Su Jie was stunned.
In terms of talent, in terms of comprehension.
She had never lost to anyone and was the undisputed strongest Saint.
Yet the Great Dao before her.
She simply could not understand it.
Even if she tried to comprehend it again, she gained nothing.
As she watched the passersby around her sit down one after another, seemingly immersed in the Great Dao, she still felt nothing—as if she was inferior even to ordinary passersby.
That was absolutely impossible.
Why?
This man appeared to have ordinary cultivation, yet he could stir Bai Piaopiao's Great Dao.
Her frustration and confusion grew ever stronger.
Su Jie could not help taking a step forward.
"Are you Yi Feng?"
Their conversation was interrupted.
The Dao Rhyme around them dispersed as well.
The onlookers all opened their eyes, their faces filled with regret and irritation!
Such a rare chance to comprehend the Great Dao.
Which blind fool dared to...!
Before the fury in their hearts could burst into curses, they saw the Sword Saint steadily approaching. The passersby could only rise quietly, not daring to voice the slightest objection.
She had spoken up to interrupt them.
No matter how unwilling they were, they could only pretend they had heard nothing.
Under countless gazes.
The Sword Saint walked toward Yi Feng.
She examined him for several breaths.
Her expression remained calm.
Yet she found it increasingly strange inside.
This man's cultivation was utterly unremarkable; even she could not see anything exceptional about him.
This man.
Why exactly could he stir Bai Piaopiao's Great Dao?
While she was examining him.
Yi Feng looked back at her as well.
A black ponytail, a longsword in her arms, and the heroic bearing of a female swordswoman.
This girl.
One look told him she was the mature, commanding