Ten days flashed by in the blink of an eye, and Lin Shiming opened his eyes to grasp a Spirit Talisman in his hand.
He rose from the meditation mat with a sigh and walked to the grand hall where they had previously gathered.
On the nanmu table in front of the hall, the teapot was still steaming hot, and the aroma of tea permeated the air.
The Zi Xuan Hermit sat in the Taishi Chair, eyes closed in meditation, letting the wisps of rising tea mist obscure half of his face.
With a wave of the Zi Xuan Hermit's hand, another meditation mat appeared behind the group of disciples.
The disciples, respectful and reverent, bowed and began to display their mastery of the Sword Imbuement Technique.
