The great whale was dragged a foot, and, pained, struggled hard and pulled the cultivator back. When the cultivator exerted himself again, he could no longer budge it. A great whale that had gotten serious was no easy opponent. It clung stubbornly to its spot, and although it did not move again, it clearly was not having an easy time either. That meant this cultivator's ability lay right on the threshold between moving it and not.
The cultivators who followed could use this as a mirror to judge roughly whether they would succeed. They had never tested the great whale, but they were familiar with this cultivator.
"He's from the Wu Sect's Windwalking Commerce Guild, and quite capable too. I hear he barely qualifies as an elite disciple in his sect. In that case, a core disciple of a great Daoist sect should be confident of moving the whale. If a true disciple came along, it would be even more entertaining."
One of the female cultivators recognized this cultivator and recited the details as though counting her family treasures.
The elder sister looked toward the man whose face was like flawless jade. "Senior Brother Guan, if you tried your hand, how many feet do you think you could pull it?"
Guan Ruyu smiled composedly. "What the eyes see is illusory; putting your hands to it reveals the truth. That's hard to say. In any case, I'd simply do my best. I ought to be able to pull it a few feet, surely?"
Among the crowd, Xiangfei Bamboo was a little embarrassed. "Sister Qing, I'm probably no match for this Daoist, whether in magical power and cultivation or techniques and methods..."
Bai Qingqian smiled and took her hand. "What are you saying, Sister Bamboo? Cultivation isn't a contest of strength, or