His actions were being closely monitored by everyone in the sect, because to all disciples and elders, he represented not only the face of the sect, but its highest authority.
One word from him could make or break a cultivator, so it was far from surprising that people observed him in such a way.
So when the previously unmoved fellow, who maintained a mild smile of interest at the entire thing while keeping his focus entirely on Li Ling, gasped like this, it instantly allowed those with sharp minds to understand the gravity of what Li Ling was doing.
If comprehending a Daoist art from a lost ruin in merely a few seconds was shocking, and if causing literal spiritual phenomena with physical manifestations during that same comprehension was also shocking, then the Sect Master, a being at the eighth realm at the very least, showing clear surprise as if seeing the impossible was truly heaven-shaking.
