Wu Dao Sect Mountain Gate.
By the stone.
Zhang Han listened to his Respected Master speaking, his gaze fixated on the mark on the stone, his face flushed with restlessness.
He couldn't see anything on the stone at all.
His mind was a complete blank.
Yet when his Respected Master had just asked him if he had any insights, he said no.
Now asked again, he still said no.
How could this not be embarrassing for him?
He heard that Elder Martial Brother Ye Luo grasped it immediately.
By comparison, wouldn't his Respected Master think he had poor understanding?
"Master, Respected Master, your disciple is dull-witted and has yet to understand," Zhang Han muttered, hanging his head, too ashamed to look at his Respected Master.
It was just as Chu Yuan had expected.
If you could have an insight now, I'd twist off my own head and let you kick it around like a ball.
That was what he thought.
But he still needed to deceive this disciple into staying in the Sect for another year.
