Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, and Ma Jun, after recovering from their shock, immediately surrounded Wang Yan, clamoring, "Wang Yan, how did you do that?"
"Boss, you're amazing, no wonder you're so good at reciting classical texts."
"Wang Yan, tell me, is there any trick to memorizing the texts?"
The three of them were exceptionally excited, firing off questions like a machine gun.
Wang Yan replied, "There's no real trick. In the past 18 years, besides practicing martial arts, I've only been studying. In the mountains, there's quiet and no one around, so I can focus safely, gradually developing this photographic memory."
Hearing this, Ma Jun said with envy, "If only I could live in the mountains too, wouldn't that be wonderful."
Although Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting envied Wang Yan's ability, the thought of actually living in the mountains seemed far too dull for them.
Still, with Wang Yan being so impressive, they were already satisfied.