Such an opportunity presented to them was a prize not lightly relinquished—if given the chance, every disciple would seize it with both hands, their very limbs straining in an almost desperate bid for success.
Although Xiao Ming, Ming Shan, and Zhao Yin had only a basic, superficial understanding of the concept of sword intent, Jun Wuxin's mastery in comparison was as vast as an endless ocean.
Their knowledge, in his presence, seemed almost non-existent—a mere ripple against a titanic tide.
Without a moment's hesitation, the disciples abandoned all distractions and immediately began to study the simple 'jian' character with expressions far more serious than before.
Every face in the hall was etched with determination and a hunger to learn, as if the very key to their future power lay hidden within those strokes.
Jun Wuxin, his eyes half-lidded in a state of contemplative satisfaction, observed the meditating audience with a silent grin playing upon his lips.
