All Set

Ignoring Wu Feng's bewilderment, Lin Shuguang recounted his firsthand experience of traveling to the Blood Desolate Land to Professor Wang.

Aside from Si Qianjun, he was the only person present who had ever been to the Blood Desolate Land.

Thanks to his period of arduous cultivation in Demon Martial's Secret Pavilion, many technical terms and even some obscure historical events came tumbling from his mouth. Even Si Qianjun looked over in mild surprise.

Professor Wang, sitting to one side, was full of admiration. It was truly rare for someone as young as Lin Shuguang to possess such a vast reserve of knowledge.

Even Pei Ruoyi, whose origins were shrouded in mystery, looked over with a touch more curiosity.

Wu Feng's mouth fell open as he stared blankly at Lin Shuguang, who was speaking with great fluency.

He had disliked Lin Shuguang before, firstly because Lin Shuguang looked so young. Though they were about the same age, Lin Shuguang had received repeated praise from both his teacher and Si Qianjun, and Wu Feng had always felt that Lin Shuguang was undeserving of his reputation.

On top of that, Lin Shuguang had swordlike brows and starry eyes, with the graceful bearing of a jade tree in the wind... Wu Feng simply refused to believe that someone so good-looking could possess the immense self-discipline needed to study academics or cultivation. Thus, he had been even more convinced that Lin Shuguang was all show and no substance.

But after hearing Lin Shuguang speak of so many things he had never even heard of, the resentment in Wu Feng's heart inevitably began to crumble. When he looked at Lin Shuguang again, there was more than a little guilt in his eyes. He picked up his cup and hid his embarrassment behind a drink of water.