Looking at those bold characters like silver hooks and iron strokes, Han Yan and the others quickly found their mental state plunging into emptiness.
"What's happening to them?" One after another, people arrived at the academy, some being new students and others academy disciples returning from training. Seeing Han Yan and the others standing at the academy's entrance like statues for a long time, they curiously asked.
"Nonsense, of course, they're comprehending the Master Swordsmanship here."
"I know they're trying to comprehend the Master Swordsmanship. I mean, are they stupid? My father forced me to come here to comprehend the Master Swordsmanship since I was eight, coming every few years, and now I've been in the academy for four years and haven't comprehended a shred of it. These few new students actually think they can comprehend it? It's sheer idiocy," the person sneered.
