Every day at the Worm Sect, Ye Shikai repeated the same routine: chopping wood, carrying water, physical training, then taking medicine, undergoing acupuncture treatment. For someone from the big city, this kind of life was indeed somewhat mundane. The only thing that made Ye Shikai feel entertained was listening to her "teaching" the Worm Sect disciples every day.
Early every morning, except for those on duty and guarding, other Worm Sect disciples would gather in the hall, a place somewhat similar to an auditorium. Here, all the disciples sat cross-legged, while that woman sat above them, spouting a bunch of literary Chinese that Ye Shikai couldn't understand. But the Worm Sect disciples listened very intently, sometimes even taking notes.
Rather than calling it "teaching," it was more like a collective adoration of the audience. Ye Shikai sat far away, occasionally making snide remarks.
