The moment he asked, Wang Chaoshan's old face flushed red.
He felt guilty as hell.
His old heart was practically pounding out of his chest.
Li Yun raised his eyes and stared at Wang Chaoshan for several seconds, a smile playing at his lips.
A few brothers just had to ask? Wang Chaoshan clearly wanted to know himself. Did he really take Li Yun for a fool?
Still.
Everyone wanted to save face. Li Yun could understand that.
He saw through it, but said nothing.
Li Yun gave it some serious thought.
"In theory, yes."
“But you're Xiantian Martial Artists. Your minds are far stronger than those of the Houtian Realm stronghold disciples.”
"You'd naturally resist an outside mental force. I can't guarantee I could leave an imprint, but we could find a chance to try."
"Or... once I enter the Innate Realm, the odds of success should be much higher."
"Ah..."
Wang Chaoshan hadn't expected Li Yun to answer seriously. Excitement surged through him. "There's no rush, no rush... We can wait until Young Master Li breaks through."
"After all, it would be a burden on you too, Young Master Li."
That was what he said.
But Wang Chaoshan was delighted. By the time he left Li Yun's courtyard, his steps felt light enough to float.
He had seen with his own eyes how astonishingly the fifty stronghold disciples had progressed in the Wind-Splitting Saber Art after Li Yun left imprints of his Blade Intent on their minds.
It was almost as though every one of them had been given a legendary Enlightenment Fruit.
Once Li Yun reached the Innate Realm and did the same for him, wouldn't he take off on the spot?
As for when Li Yun would reach the Innate Realm?
Wang Chaoshan wasn't worried in