"Father!"
Su Ying's smile vanished as she asked seriously, "Han Tian and Chen Shan both reached the Minor Success realm within three years and have now entered the Transmission Hall to comprehend the middle-section cultivation art. Will it take them the same amount of time to comprehend it?"
"How could it be the same?"
Su Qingshan shook his head. The corners of his lips curled slightly, and a flicker of disdain crossed his eyes. "Han Tian has Nine-Leaf talent, a gift nearly equal to mine in my youth. He will certainly emerge from the Transmission Hall within three days. As for that Chen Shan... with One-Leaf talent, no matter how fortunate he is, he cannot possibly comprehend the middle-section cultivation art in such a short time. It would already be quite good if he came out in ten days. Perhaps... he may not be able to comprehend it at all!"
After saying that, Su Qingshan picked up the ancient volume again and lowered his head to read, as though the name Chen Shan was not worth another word from him.
Su Ying nodded and asked no further questions.
She rose to her feet, quietly withdrew from the study, and shut the door behind her.
Deep within the bamboo grove, a breeze swept through, rustling the bamboo leaves.
Su Ying followed the bluestone path toward her chambers, and Han Tian's cold, stern face and neither servile nor overbearing manner of speech surfaced in her mind once more.
"Nine-Leaf talent, handsome and distinguished..."
She murmured to herself.
An unconsciously sweet smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
Inside the Transmission Hall.
Chen Changming still stood there, his gaze resting on the azure words, yet he was in no hurry.
Ten days?
For him, there was no need for that long.
Although