A figure suddenly appeared in the sky.
The sight below sent terror pounding through his heart.
He was Han Beiliu!
He, too, was in the Way-Grasping Realm, and he knew perfectly well that his daughter had lost.
Her defeat lay not in her cultivation, but in her Dao Realm. Entering the Dao through poetry and music was sublimely profound, yet poetry and music could make her or break her. If she encountered someone whose poetry and music surpassed hers, she would lose without the slightest doubt, without even knowing why.
He absolutely could not let this man dominate his daughter's Dao Realm, could not let her develop an obstruction to her Dao and lose her way...
His hand shot out...
Straight toward the moon Lin Xiaosu had created!
Cold Moon Valley took its name from the moon!
With that pointing finger, he suddenly drew the bright moon Lin Xiaosu had created into his palm!
That single pull...
Swept away the entire artistic realm of Spring River, Flowers, Moon, and Night!
Across the world, the night vanished, the moon vanished, the flowers falling from their branches vanished, and the bottomless abyss vanished.
Only a streak of moonlight remained, transforming into a heaven-shaking sword that slashed straight at Lin Xiaosu in midair.
Lin Xiaosu abruptly raised his head, his expression shifting slightly.
For the first time in his entire life, he truly faced a strike from a Way-Grasping cultivator.
No contest of Dao Realms, only a direct clash of cultivation!
Who was it?
He saw clearly!
A middle-aged man, plucking the moon as a blade.
The blade's radiance carried moonlight's omnipresence, seeping through every crack, as well as the bone-piercing chill of the northern ice currents...
Han Beiliu, the valley master of Cold Moon Valley!
It was him!
"This is bad!" On