"Your sect's prodigy can make others comprehend Dao Rhyme?!"
Hong Jing cried out, his voice trembling slightly.
He was aghast, and beside him, Su Lingya was even more shaken to her core, lost and bewildered.
At this moment, she realized she had spoken too soon.
'He can make someone directly comprehend the rhyme... Actually, I could have humbled myself too...'
Gazing at Yi Yunya as she slowly ascended, Su Lingya dug her fingernails into her palms until they turned white. A flush of intense envy burned across her pale face.
The scene before her was too much of a shock.
It was the same for Ning Yunlu on the other side. By now, her disdain for Yi Yunya had vanished like smoke, replaced by a profound shock.
When she looked at Zhong Ming, her gaze was filled with a sense of helplessness.
'A Cultivator should have pride and not bow their head to others so easily. That's not wrong. After all, cultivation is a personal journey.'
'But some people... they're just beyond common sense.'
