The Lecture Continue

Xiao Fang carefully walked toward the great hall. From inside came a young voice, which seemed to be talking about something, but she could not understand it at all.

Very soon, a scene that stunned her appeared in her eyes. The young man, whose name was Li Yunxiao, was talking with confidence and composure at the front while the group of alchemists, who had come in before her, sat humbly beneath and listened attentively. Even Master Zhang Hua and Master Bi Qianjin sat among them with a thirsty and hungry look on their faces.

The little green sword, which was supposed to have exploded, was not only perfectly intact, but seemed to have been completely refined, and was spinning back and forth between Yunxiao's fingers like a pen. "Now, is there anything else you don't understand?" As Yunxiao said that, his eyes fell on the old man, who was smiling wryly.