A single word had been spoken, stirring up a thousand-layered wave.
Everyone's gazes were drawn as if by a magnet, all turning toward the Little Martial Saint at the front.
"The First Elder's meaning is actually to have the Little Martial Saint instruct Xuan Yuanpo? What level of Dao cultivation would that require?"
"Hmph, you lot never took part in the Immortal Realm Grand Competition, so you don't know this one's worth. To fight his way into the top fifty among that pack of freaks wasn't something an ordinary person could accomplish."
"Indeed. The Tianwu Hall's foundation is only second-rate, yet the Little Martial Saint managed to create such a feat. He's certainly a ruthless character."
"..."
Whispers spread all around, and most of the words carried approval.
Who among those capable of entering the Jade Void Palace had not crossed thorns and overcome countless prodigies? Without even this much discernment, how could they have cultivated to their present realms?
There might be luck on the road to success, but there were absolutely no fools.
"Could the gap between him and me really have grown this wide already?"
Xuan Yuanpo's mind trembled. He clenched both fists until his knuckles turned white and nearly bled.
Facing the endorsement of a Half-Step Daluo, he did not dare act rashly in the slightest. He could only forcibly suppress his emotions and prepare to hear the other party's insights.
Under the attention of countless people, the Little Martial Saint slowly rose and spoke calmly:
"Since Senior thinks so highly of me, then I shall share a few humble opinions."
"The three thousand Great Daos all lead to the same destination by different paths. There is no such thing as an upper limit."
"In ancient times, Immortal King Shuyu attained the Dao through ice. In