Su Shi'er had arrived at precisely the right time. Had Xiao Wujian already embarked on the path of cultivation and been a few years older,
then even with the former Heavenly Sword Technique guiding him, he might not have comprehended much from it.
All of this could only be called a convergence of fate, arriving at just the right moment.
"Even glimpsing a fraction or two of the Dao is already exceedingly difficult.
What secrets is this little fellow hiding?"
Hu Meier frowned, her gaze repeatedly sweeping over Su Shi'er as she tried to discern some clue from the changes in his expression.
Yet no matter how she looked, she could not see the slightest sign of anything.
"This fellow is no honest man or kindly old soul. He is clearly a crafty old fox."
Thinking this to herself, Hu Meier simply stopped observing him and waited for Su Shi'er's answer.
At the same time, Xiao Wujian's gaze also fell on Su Shi'er.
He was equally curious and puzzled by the situation.
Yet after gaining a faint insight, when he looked again at the sword scar on the ground, he always felt an inexplicable familiarity.
But he could not recall where that feeling came from at all.
"Instructor Hu, I have no way to answer that question."
Su Shi'er gently shook his head without offering any explanation.
"But this alone should be enough to prove that this little fellow can cultivate to a considerable realm within his Mother's lifetime, shouldn't it?"
Su Shi'er continued, turning the question back on Hu Meier.
He had drawn Qi into his body within a month. Then, after gaining some insight, his cultivation level had risen at breakneck speed in merely seven days.
In one breath, he had risen from the first level of the