Over a hundred meters away from Fang Xingjian's villfa, Hylong was secretly observing the over fifty people on the lawn. He noticed that everyone was putting great effort in their cultivation, regardless of whether they were from the junior or senior classes, regardless of whether they were using swords or spears, or even if they were using bare fist martial arts.
As for Fang Xingjian, he was was seated cross-legged, occasionally shooting out streams of sword Qis to hit their bodies.
Even when if Hylong was at a distance away, he could still hear the occasional shouts from the lawn.
"So that's how it is! So that's how it is! I understand now!"
"Hahahaha, I got it! I finally got it!"
"Level 10! I've finally mastered this set of sword technique to level 10! The past three years of hard work have not gone to waste."
