It was well known that the Sect Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion was famously tight-lipped. Getting even a single "good" out of him counted as the highest praise, and he had never called any of his disciples "Heaven-sent."
If that were all, Wang Yan's emergence would indeed have been a wonderful thing for the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.
But that was only the part of him they loved. As for what they hated...
In short, Wang Yan was far too flamboyant.
More than once, the Pavilion Master had privately sighed to his personal disciples, "If only that kid could sew his mouth shut, he'd be perfect."
But perfect people didn't exist, so the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion could only accept its fate.
The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's quarters, Wang Yan's guest room.
The furnishings in the room were a little more cluttered than those in the other disciples' rooms.
Several open Jade Slips lay spread across the desk. In the corner, Spirit Stones and copper coins were piled in what looked like a jumble, but were actually arranged according to some special pattern. They were the tools he used to assist with his daily deductions.
Wang Yan sat behind the desk, spinning a copper coin in his hand as he listened to his junior brother's report.
The one reporting was the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's third-ranked disciple, Su Qiming, a Third Realm, fourth-layer cultivator.
He was one of the few in the Pavilion who could keep up with Wang Yan. He was steady and meticulous.
"Third Realm cultivator. The specific layer is unknown. He hasn't lost a single fight since entering the realm."
"A complete Sword Formation made up of ten Flying Swords, an oppressive domain suspected to be the embryonic form of a Sword Domain, and terrifying close-combat abilities. His most