Ignoring Wu Feng's bewilderment, Lin Shuguang told Professor Wang about his firsthand experiences in the [Blood Desolate Land].
Of everyone present, he was the only person besides Si Qianjun who had been to the [Blood Desolate Land].
Thanks to his recent period of intensive study in Demon Martial's Secret Pavilion, he spoke of many technical terms and even some little-known historical events, drawing a slightly surprised look from Si Qianjun.
Beside him, Professor Wang looked thoroughly impressed. It was truly rare for someone as young as Lin Shuguang to possess such a vast store of knowledge.
Even Pei Ruoyi, whose background was mysterious, watched him with a little more curiosity.
Wu Feng's mouth hung open as he stared blankly at Lin Shuguang, who spoke with ease and confidence.
He had disliked Lin Shuguang before, partly because Lin Shuguang looked so young. Someone around his own age was receiving repeated praise from his teacher and Si Qianjun, and he had always felt that Lin Shuguang did not live up to his reputation.
On top of that, Lin Shuguang had sharp brows, bright eyes, and a handsome, elegant bearing... Wu Feng simply did not believe that someone so good-looking could also possess the extraordinary self-discipline needed to devote himself to scholarship or cultivation. That only strengthened his impression that Lin Shuguang was all looks and no substance.
But now, after hearing Lin Shuguang discuss so many things he had never even heard of, there inevitably came a moment when his resentment quietly began to crumble. His gaze grew a little sheepish, and he raised his cup, drinking water to hide his embarrassment.
Seemingly unconcerned, Lin Shuguang continued...
The Secret Pavilion was, after all, Demon Martial's renowned, mysterious forbidden ground. The depth of knowledge it contained was far beyond anything in the school's