For the next ten-plus days, Lin Xuan continued his meditation. Every day, the Ninth Elder would shake the Wind Chime to sharpen their perception.
Ten days later, inside the Meditation Space, Lin Xuan struck out with his palm. The entire Meditation Space shattered instantly, and Lin Xuan's eyes snapped open.
"Hahaha!" He suddenly threw his head back and laughed heartily.
The other disciples were stunned. "What is that guy laughing about? Has he gone mad?"
"Exactly! What's so funny? It's been twenty days, and we haven't made any progress at all. Is that worth being happy about? What a fool."
The many prodigies could not understand.
