Clever Yang Youtian was the first spectator. He personally watched the white light enveloping Little Bad King's physical body disperse, after which Little Bad King stood stiffly on the rock and held up four fingers.
Not far away, Liu Suihan and Daoist Chu also saw Little Bad King's gesture clearly and could not help calling out a reminder. "He's probably trying to tell you the answer is four characters."
"Right, think of something with four characters!"
Their shouts echoed for a long time, but Yang Youtian paid them no attention. He simply stood there blankly, absorbed in thought. His reaction also made Old Chu and Liu Suihan realize that while a spectator was guessing, no one else could help. The Heavenly Dao would confine the spectator to one spot and completely block out all outside "noise."
That meant Yang Youtian could only work out this answer himself.
Looking at Yang Youtian's excessively focused expression, Daoist Chu asked uneasily, "Brother Liu, how good is this junior brother's brain?"
"Hiss-!"
Liu Suihan immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. After pondering for a moment, he answered very precisely, "Hard to say. It swings high and low, up and down. When he encounters a problem he's good at solving, he's very clever; when he encounters one he isn't good at solving, he can seem rather stubborn."
Daoist Chu was somewhat speechless. "In that case, why insist on choosing him as the first spectator?"
"Simply because, when it comes to guessing riddles, he already counts as one of the more gifted members of my team." What Liu Suihan really wanted to say was, "I already sent all the truly quick-witted ones to the other Seats' sects to shoulder major responsibilities as moles. Of the ones left... Yang Youtian counts as a fairly outstanding