"Hmm... your foundation in martial soul theory is quite solid. Your answers are orderly and neatly written, but this..."
Wang Yan flipped through the paper, pointing at the two long-answer questions about soul tools near the end, the corner of his mouth twitching.
For one, Yue Ling had only managed two stumbling sentences; for the other, he had kept repeating himself. Clearly, his grasp of soul tool theory was weaker than his knowledge of martial soul theory.
Of course, Wang Yan himself was no expert in the subject, either.
He understood a little of the theory behind soul tools, but the more complicated practical work was beyond him.
Yue Ling scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I did my best, Teacher Wang Yan. I really don't know this stuff, so I could only start with what I knew..."
Wang Yan spoke softly as he continued marking the paper.
"It's all right. Setting aside your knowledge of soul tools, your grounding in the other subjects is excellent."
Before long, Wang Yan had finished checking the first two pages. Almost every answer was correct, and the few mistakes all concerned soul tools.
Standing beside him, Yue Ling openly watched Wang Yan mark the eight short-answer questions at the back.
The results did not disappoint him.
The two long-answer questions about soul tools earned him a measly two points in total, but from the third question onward, he received almost full marks, with everything he had written striking at the heart of the subject.
Wang Yan nodded in satisfaction. It was clear how seriously Yue Ling took his lessons.
Only when he reached the seventh and eighth questions did Wang Yan's brow slowly furrow.
A moment later, as though something had occurred to him, his brow gently smoothed out.
That change immediately caught