"Hmm."
The young men nod in unison, their thin lips tightly pressed and including Shitou, none of them utter a single word.
"Let's go."
Xiao Ming nods in satisfaction, taking the lead to enter the Transmission Hall.
The teenagers follow in succession, entering the grand hall and each finding an appropriate location to sit cross-legged.
On the platform directly in front of the hall, an inner disciple at the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation stage is demonstrating the Water Blade Technique.
His right hand flips around, the drop of water suspended in his palm rapidly solidifies into a real dagger, shooting out.
"Swish."
A whip hanging ten meters away breaks instantly, revealing a cut mark at the breakage.
In an instant, the dagger formed by condensing drops of water transforms into a white mist, becoming thinner and thinner until it completely disappears.
"Good!"
