"Mr. Luo, what brings you here?"
Ye Xuan finally came to his senses and, smiling, looked up.
"What brings me here? You ask what brings me here!"
Luo Lin's chest heaved with anger as she glared fiercely at Ye Xuan. "Ye Xuan, you don't pay attention in class and even dare to disdain your instructor. Very well, I have a question for you now. If you can't answer, you'll wish you could."
At this moment, she felt like her lungs were about to explode with anger. This brat, Ye Xuan, always skipped classes, and even when he did attend, he was lost in his own world—distracted without a hint of remorse. This kind of student was truly beyond help, not even a god could bring him back on track.
"Please go ahead, teacher."
Ye Xuan still looked indifferent.
"I ask you, how many Heavenly Grade sword casting techniques are there in the world today?"
Luo Lin stared coldly at Ye Xuan. Her Sword Dao course not only covered swordsmanship theory but also included sword casting techniques.
