Clutching his forehead, Huo Yuhao's eyes were clear. He felt that his mental state had never been better, and Spiritual Detection activated instinctively.
His golden Spirit Eyes swept across everyone present. Every tiny movement below the stage entered his sight: blinking eyes, trembling fingers, even the slight flutter of a hem.
"Spiritual Detection has become more precise, and it consumes much less as well. My control over spiritual power and its intensity have both improved greatly."
After roughly assessing the improvements to his abilities, he bowed to Du Bushi, who was breathing somewhat heavily beside him, expressing his gratitude.
"Enough! You brat, honestly. Are young people these days all this tough? You've worn out these old bones of mine."
Du Bushi waved his hand to indicate it was nothing, then turned his gaze below and spoke calmly. "Who still refuses to accept the Young Sect Master?"
Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads and stopped arguing. After all, while the strength Huo Yuhao had displayed might not yet surpass some of them, he would be able to fight them sooner or later.
Do not think that everyone in the Body Sect was simple-minded. If they truly were, how could they have established such a powerful sect?
Seeing this, Du Bushi understood that Yuhao had successfully established his authority among these people, so he said nothing more.
Over the following days, Huo Yuhao began interacting with the Body Sect's disciples. The Body Sect disciples were open and forthright, giving people the feeling of being in the military.
Of course, there were those who came to chat, and naturally there were also challengers. Like today, Huo Yuhao was already trading blows with a Body Sect disciple on the arena.
This disciple's Martial Soul was his hands. Once his Martial Soul was activated,