The moment the words "Saint-Grade Technique" left Bai Zihan's mouth, the place fell deathly silent.
The Grand Elders froze as if struck by lightning.
"…Saint-Grade?"
"Did he just say Saint-Grade?"
In the entire history of the Desolate Heaven Empire, Saint-Grade techniques were nothing more than legends.
There had never been one.
"That explains it…"
Bai Yui murmured softly, her eyes unfocused.
"No wonder… no wonder that sword technique felt like heaven itself descending."
Awe and reverence filled their eyes.
One would have thought such words to be nonsense if they were spoken by anyone else—but this was the same Bai Zihan who had donated a Saint-Grade Artifact to the Clan.
So there wasn't much reason to doubt him, not to mention that they had personally witnessed the technique.
"So," Bai Zihan said, "now that you know what kind of technique it is—what do you think? Do you still think I would be unsafe if you learned it?"
The Grand Elders exchanged glances.
