In cultivation, there was no sense of time.
Close one's eyes for a hundred years; open them, and a thousand years have passed.
The atmosphere in the academy was grave. No, it would be more accurate to say dark clouds hung overhead and misery filled the air—the mood had fallen to rock bottom.
Because of Li Su, the academy's students had undoubtedly come to realize the power of the New Method, as well as the possibility that they themselves had taken the wrong path. They began to care less about how many sets of poses they knew and instead started over from the first set, repeatedly practicing it, feeling the changes in their bodies, and seeking enlightenment through them.
After all, without Li Su's level of comprehension, they could only grind away bit by bit through this method.
There were, naturally, improvements. As time accumulated, their progress was far from poor. Many had greatly increased their strength, rather than remaining like castles in the air that would collapse at the first gust of wind.
The emergence of the assessments in particular made the academy disciples, who had always lived in comfort, aware of a certain sense of crisis.
Most of them had been born as prodigies of their clans and came from no small backgrounds, so they knew something about the affairs of the dynasty.
There had not been many supporters for the development of the New Method. In fact, there had been even more opposition. In the end, the King had overruled all objections and forced its implementation through.
Thus, there were plenty of people who disliked the New Method.
For instance, the Military Service Department in the minor competition and the Langhuan Blessed Land academy in the major competition. After all, the development of the New Method had