Chen Ming's projection shattered into a sky full of specks of light.
In the guest room, Chen Ming withdrew from the mirror and stared at the ceiling in silence for a long time.
Sure enough, no one could empathize with their past self... He now completely understood why his senior brother had worn such a hopeless expression.
But the disciples of the Taiyi Sword Sect all had a stubborn, never-say-die streak in their bones.
Usually, that was a good thing, but in certain situations, it could be downright harmful.
Like now.
After leaving the mirror, the first thing Chen Ming did wasn't reflect on the fight or learn from it. He rushed to the next room and said to his Third Junior Brother, "That 'Called Dad After Losing' guy is seriously fierce. Go give him a try!"
The third-ranked disciple was named Zhao Pingchuan, and he was also at the sixth layer of the Third Realm.
After hearing Chen Ming's account, he scoffed, "Maybe the problem was that Senior Brother was too cautious. Against an opponent with explosive power like that, you should meet offense with offense and not give him time to set up his Sword Formation."
Chen Ming thought that made sense. Mu Chen didn't, but he didn't stop Zhao Pingchuan, either.
Zhao Pingchuan entered the mirror, then came back out before long.
His expression was just like the previous two.
But it didn't end there, because after coming out, Zhao Pingchuan said to his Fourth Junior Brother, "That 'Called Dad After Losing' guy really is a freak. Go give him a try."
And then came a rather bizarre sequence of events.
"Fifth Junior Sister, your footwork is good. Go see if you can dodge that punch."
"Sixth Junior Brother, you're good at defense—"
"Seventh Junior Brother,