After Xiao Ming and the others departed, the surrounding Outer Sect members, particularly those of an older generation and those around the same age as Qin Xiao, couldn't help but cast curious glances in their direction.
What piqued their interest was Xiao Ming's rather baffling choice of a seemingly useless skill. For those with less noble intentions among the crowd, a sly grin slowly began to form on their lips.
Another "new chick" had arrived—ripe for them to show off their might.
Who could have expected that the older disciples, those who were clearly more seasoned, would be outshone by someone so naïve?
And this Xiao Ming fellow, foolish enough to pick skills from the so-called "trash" area—what could he possibly accomplish?
The reputation of the Rustling Shadow Sword, already infamous for its flawed nature, did little to improve Xiao Ming's standing among the disciples.
