As three days slowly passed, most disciples had already stepped out one after another, testing their improvement with visible excitement and restless energy. Only Yan Feng and Tian Jian Zun remained seated, their figures unmoving as the hall gradually grew quiet around them.
The final shard of the enlightenment stick dimmed before burning away completely, its last trace fading as the suppressed sword intent within both finally stirred. Tian Jian Zun's aura rose for a brief moment before collapsing inward with absolute control, his presence returning to an almost ordinary state as he calmly stood up.
Beside him, Yan Feng's aura did not settle so easily, instead continuing to build layer after layer as sword qi leaked out uncontrollably. Lin Xiao Tian's gaze shifted slightly, but his attention was not on Yan Feng, rather it was fixed on Tian Jian Zun with a faint, unreadable smile.
