Dragon's Cry Thirteen Swords

"Since everyone will rely on their own ability to memorize it, then let's set a time limit—half an hour!"

Sun Liuliu looked at Han Fengao and the others as she stated her terms. Looking across the room, if they were competing in their comprehension of the sword path, she knew she was certainly no match for Nie Yuanbai, Han Fengao, and the rest. But if it came to memory, she was not lacking in confidence. This was also the most advantageous condition she could think of for herself.

Han Fengao refused. "Half an hour is barely enough to look through it once or twice. How much could anyone possibly comprehend? Wouldn't that be wasting such a peerless sword art!?"

Sun Liuliu's expression immediately darkened. "Then what does Young Manor Lord Han propose? Learn the entire sword manual and let everyone cultivate it?"

Nie Wushuang interjected with a smile, "I think half an hour is a reasonable request. If everyone learned the entire sword manual, it might as well become some cheap sword art found all over the streets."

The other factions, including Golden Thunder Temple, had initially remained silent. But seeing Frostlight Sword Sect speak up, they all began voicing their agreement.

Han Fengao's face sank. He had always had a poor memory. In his usual sword practice, he relied mainly on diligence and persistence, and was not skilled at forcibly memorizing profound sword arts. Yet given the situation, he could only reluctantly agree.

"Comprehend it together with me later!"

Han Fengao instructed the fellow disciples and guards beside him. Since his memory could not compete with others', he could only hope to exploit their numerical advantage—each person memorizing a portion, then putting it all together afterward.

Just as everyone inside the Stone Chamber reached an agreement, Ji Lanxin's voice