"Xuanyuan Ling, Li Mingxin, Zhou Keyun... and, of course, the nine direct disciples whom Master had bestowed Daoist names upon—the Qing generation..."
As Lu Qing's thoughts turned, the auras around them were not openly revealed, yet they still gave off an inadvertent sense of pressure—the pressure brought by profound cultivation.
Lu Qing looked toward the nine faintly appearing figures at the very front.
Their faces and even their silhouettes were even more indistinct.
With a casual glance, Lu Qing did not see how they had appeared. It was as though they had already been there by the time he noticed them.
As for their cultivation realms, the gap was far too great. Lu Qing could only sense an equal measure of strength. Perhaps once he cultivated and broke through in the future, he would be able to perceive the difference in their realms.
If he had noticed them, then the other fellow disciples had surely done the same.
The exchanges and Divine Consciousness transmissions vanished without a trace after the nine direct disciples arrived.
The next moment.
A sense of daze rose in Lu Qing's heart.
A voice had already sounded beside his ears, yet it also seemed to ring within his heart.
At the very front, in the center, vast spiritual clouds churned as golden light spread across everything visible to the naked eye.
A figure sat quietly within it. It was Li Luoyang.
"This lecture will focus on the sword."
That single sentence set the tone for the entire lecture.
Lu Qing had no time to rejoice, because in the next instant, his master's gaze seemed to brush past him—or perhaps it had merely been his imagination.
There was no meaning contained within that gaze, but Lu Qing still sensed that his master had noticed him just now.