"Daoist Lin, what's going on with you?"
"Yeah! Why are your movements so strange? Are you practicing some kind of Cultivation Technique?"
"Since when is there such a bizarre Cultivation Technique—swinging a saber and throwing punches at the same time, while staring at the moon?"
"What else could he be doing besides practicing a Cultivation Technique? You think he's praying or something?"
"No wonder Daoist Lin's Cultivation is so overwhelming. Looks like his methods are nothing like anyone else's!"
...
The young elites all stared at Lin Chang'sheng's odd movements, whispering among themselves, but not one dared step forward to ask him.
They all knew just how strong Lin Chang'sheng was now—he didn't even fear Integration Stage powerhouses.
So a little weirdness in his Cultivation was understandable.
Zhao Shuang'Er, standing off to the side, seemed completely used to Lin Chang'sheng's unusual way of training, unfazed by the spectacle.
