Zheng Wentian, who had originally been sitting in front of the sixth stele, couldn't help but look up at Zhou Bai, his tone full of skepticism, "You've practiced the sword marks of the sixth stele already?"
He simply couldn't believe it. Zhou Bai, who had been so far behind him, had managed to catch up so quickly—only a little over ten minutes of the allotted 72 hours had passed.
Especially since he had practiced the fourth and fifth steles himself, he had seen how long Zhou Bai had struggled with the first one.
So, he couldn't help but strongly doubt whether Zhou Bai had actually mastered the previous steles.
However, Zhou Bai simply didn't have the time to care about Zheng Wentian's thoughts. Hearing the question, he replied nonchalantly, "It's quite simple, any problems with that?"
Zheng Wentian snorted coldly: 'Don't think you can disturb my focus.' He put Zhou Bai's actions behind him and concentrated on envisioning the sixth stele.