Within the Eastern Province.
Across from Misty Mountain, amidst Xiangdao Mountain.
At this very moment, on a plaza within the Aspiring Path Sect.
Baize was instructing his one and only disciple, Ning Fan.
"You say that up to now, you can't comprehend a thing?"
"How many days has it been? I'm not asking you to fully understand, just to grasp a trace of the principle would be good, but instead, you understand nothing at all."
Baize's frustration with Ning Fan was evident; he was like a blacksmith who wasn't satisfied with the steel's quality.
How long had he taken this disciple under his wing?
He had taken him as a disciple and taught him 'Daoist magic'.
Yet the other side had not managed to grasp anything.
How could Baize not be angry?
Look at Daoist Chu's disciples, who after just a few days of entry, their cultivation levels soared, constantly claiming enlightenment, each more monstrous than the last.
Why couldn't his disciple do the same?
So much time had passed.
