Old Man Thousand Battles was clearly not a good teacher.
How could someone who did not even know how to put what he had learned into words have any ability to teach students?
The dozen or so people present all listened with utmost care, afraid they might misunderstand even a single point.
Qin Shaofeng was, surprisingly, one of those dozen or so people.
He had previously only known that one needed to be cautious when doing things. Only now did he realize that the same description could be applied to listening to someone speak.
Old Man Thousand Battles' lesson lasted a full three-odd hours.
Qin Shaofeng could tell that it was not that three hours had been enough for him to explain seventy or eighty percent of the lesson, but that Old Man Thousand Battles simply did not know how to continue explaining it.
For most of those three hours, he had been pondering how to describe things with words.
Only when he finally felt that he had said nearly everything he could say did he hurriedly close his mouth.
Like everyone else present, Qin Shaofeng immediately sank into thought.
Old Man Thousand Battles' explanations had been too rigid. Many parts required careful consideration, and they even had to consider whether his wording was correct.
This made things extremely difficult even for Qin Shaofeng, whose mind was as cunning as a demon, because his understanding of restrictions was still insufficient.
Time flew by under such circumstances.
A full dozen or so days passed.
Only then did Qin Shaofeng become the last to gain a rough understanding of what Old Man Thousand Battles had said.
When he looked up, he saw that Old Man Thousand Battles had long since vanished. Of the dozen or so people who had originally been behind