In the time that followed, with Ji Yanwu's help, Chen Mo sensed the other party's Martial Will for nearly another half hour.
Ji Yanwu watched as Chen Mo went from being completely at a loss and tightly controlled at the start to quickly breaking free from that control.
Moreover, Chen Mo remained clear-headed the entire time beneath the shroud of Ji Yanwu's Martial Will.
Ji Yanwu was stunned.
Inside, he could not stop marveling at how monstrous and freakish Chen Mo was.
They did not talk much afterward before Ji Yanwu left directly, moving with astonishing speed.
Chen Mo felt nothing unusual about it. Grandmasters were all elusive and unpredictable.
What he did not know was that Ji Yanwu's heart was no longer as calm as before.
His pride!
His confidence!
His will!
All of them had suffered an enormous challenge at this moment.
If he stayed any longer, even his Martial Will might no longer be as steady as it had been.
An eighteen-year-old Peak Grandmaster—compared to him, this so-called super genius of the Ji Imperial Clan was practically a joke.
Thinking of this, Ji Yanwu decided that his arrangement of coming over to teach once every three days needed to be changed a little.
Once a week would do.
If Chen Mo came to ask him questions every time, he truly might not be able to withstand such stimulation.
This was far too "bullying."
From now on, no one would be able to call themselves a genius in front of Chen Mo.
Not lingering in the pavilion, Chen Mo quickly left the Martial Pavilion as well. It was far too easy to attract attention here.
After casually wandering around the capital and soaking in its lively atmosphere, he headed straight for the Rune Master Association.
After stating his