Nie Qinglan, the Mountain Masters of the Four Mountains, several Stewards, and the students of the Inner Courtyard quickly looked away.
Nie Qinglan's gaze swept over the new students. Many of them wore pensive expressions, their brows tightly furrowed.
Lil Ya watched Wen Qingye, a frown creasing his brow. 'What in the world is Wen Qingye doing?' he thought. 'Why isn't he taking this prime opportunity to study the Profound Light Mirror? With his talent, he could probably comprehend a Sixth-Grade, or even a Seventh-Grade Martial Art.'
When Zhangg Tai saw a sharp glint in the eyes of West Mountain's Luo Tang, he was secretly delighted. 'Has Luo Tang comprehended some kind of Magic Technique?'
"Quick, look! What's Xia Moyu doing?"
"He seems to be drawing his sword—look how fast his strikes are!"
"That's incredible! Did he learn that from the Profound Light Mirror?"
"No, those are just the Sword Techniques. Xia Moyu hasn't grasped their true essence yet."
