As if sensing the confusion in everyone's eyes, Bai Yi's lips curved slightly, and a wisp of sharp Sword Momentum coiled around his fingertip.
Under everyone's gaze, Bai Yi touched the empty air with his fingertip and sliced forcefully. A tiny rift in the void appeared.
When Bai Yi lowered his finger, the rift in the void before him healed as well.
"To tear open the void with True Essence so easily..."
Several Golden Core True Persons standing nearby glanced at the now-calm void. True Essence gathered at their fingertips as they imitated Bai Yi's earlier motion and sliced forcefully, but all they heard was the rush of wind as air currents surged past.
For a moment, everyone could only stare silently at Bai Yi, who stood before them with a smile, as though that casual flick of his finger had been nothing.
"The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves before them onward."
Everyone sighed inwardly, their thoughts churning like a river in flood. Though they were all Golden Core cultivators, they had not seen the slightest clue in Bai Yi's gesture.
Yet with that single gesture, he had reached a level they could not touch even by giving it their all.
In terms of strength alone, everyone here together was probably no match for Bai Yi.
"True Disciple Bai, what's your rank in the True Disciple Sequence now?"
A middle-aged man at the head of the group, who had once been a True Disciple of Tianwu Palace, couldn't help asking. They had graduated only a few hundred years ago. Had the True Disciples of the Four Academies already become this terrifying?
"I should be First Among the Direct Disciples now."
Bai Yi answered directly without hiding anything. After they had returned from the ruined plane of the