Tan Palace Academy drew geniuses from across the Nineteen Provinces not only through the outstanding instruction of people like them, but also through this supreme art.
It was also the academy's crowning treasure, not lightly shared with outsiders. But anyone who claimed first place in the Tan Palace White Hall would naturally qualify to study it.
"If I can learn that sword art while I'm here, that would certainly be nice too," Li Hao admitted with a smile.
He had indeed come for this supreme art, but unlike what they imagined, it was not his main purpose.
After all, if he truly needed it urgently, he could simply ask Grandpa Feng to steal inside and secretly make a Rubbing Copy.
Hearing Li Hao's reply, Huang Licai's lips curled upward, an expression of knowing satisfaction appearing on his face. This brat really knows how to put on an act. He almost had me fooled.
Song Yufeng and the others exchanged glances, their smiles showing that everything now made sense.
After Li Hao left the Sandalwood Palace, Song Yufeng looked at the others and said, "Since he came for the Taiji Qiankun Sword, what do you all think?"
"The Li Family does keep its promises."
Stroking his beard, Shen Yunqing smiled. "Back then, the Li Family's Third Son took a Rubbing Copy of the Taiji Qiankun Sword from us and promised never to pass it on to another person. To think he actually kept his word."
"Indeed. No wonder this youngster came here," an elder said with a nod, clearly approving of the Li Family's Third Son's conduct.
Although the manner in which the Li Family's Third Son had ascended the mountain had infuriated the entire Tan Palace Academy, times had changed. He had long since died in battle beyond the borders,