The old man stared intently at Ning Ruyue, the melody from the guqin having ceased for quite some time, yet he remained helplessly immersed in the lingering aftertaste of Sword Intent.
He had devoted his entire life's energy to research, prided himself as a craftsman, carved the future of the Imperial Court with all his might, and regarded each student as a work of art. However, the Elder Princess, once considered a flawed piece by him, was now bearing fruit.
It was a brilliant fruit, the likes of which he had never seen.
"Hahaha, that's right, you are not wrong!"
After what seemed an eternity, the old man suddenly snapped out of his trance, "I didn't realize that my research had been misguided from the start, indeed it's crap, you're absolutely right!"
