The discussion continued for more than twenty minutes.
Throughout it, the more Li Yuan listened, the more he understood, and the more he sensed the profound mysteries within the "Void-Severing Art."
"Does it feel like you're listening to a heavenly scripture, leaving your head full of confusion?"
Xia Jin, seated beside him, spoke to Li Yuan with a faint smile.
"Forget you and me—even Sister Zhao can't make heads or tails of this 'Void-Severing Art.'
She even warned me not to waste time on it.
Look at those people from the Branch House. What's the point of fighting over this?"
Xia Jin's face carried a hint of helplessness.
"If you can't figure out the core issue for a long time but keep brooding over it, it really is easy to lose your mind."
Li Yuan softly added a comment, agreeing with Xia Jin's assessment.
"Actually, I know everyone's discussion of the 'Void-Severing Art' is more about fighting for a name.
Sister Zhao, Sister Yao, and the others all find this set of martial arts techniques difficult to understand.
If the Branch House's martial artists could figure out the difficult parts, how much face would that bring them?
Right now, the Branch House simply lacks an exceptional genius—a genius like Sister Zhao."
Xia Jin's words struck at the heart of the matter.
The current "Void-Severing Art" was more like an arena for competition between the Main House and the Branch House.
It was a test of what kind of comprehension the younger generations on both sides possessed.
Fully mastering it might not be easy, but offering some insightful views was a display in itself.
Li Yuan still sat quietly to one side. By rights, the matters involving him tonight had already concluded.
The young cousin who had first brought up the