Pan Long's voice echoed through the vast auditorium.
Thousands of pairs of eyes stayed fixed on him. Everyone strained to listen.
At first, some people tried to take notes. When he noticed, he told them there was no need: he would put together teaching materials later and print copies for everyone.
Even the scratch of pens fell silent.
Some better-prepared listeners had brought recording devices. Despite what Pan Long had said, they kept recording, perhaps thinking a firsthand account would have extra value.
Pan Long did not mind. Since he was willing to teach the refinement method, he did not care if people recorded it or passed it on. Even if someone turned around and sold a recording for a high price, that was their own cleverness. He would not be angry.
Besides, even if they shared the proceeds with him, he was not going to waste spiritual energy hauling a pile of banknotes back to the Nine Provinces World.
What would he do with them, light a stove? They were not fiat notes or Gold Yuan coupons, for crying out loud...
He simply focused on teaching, explaining the refinement method as carefully as he could, step by step and point by point. He even took care to explain many basic concepts.
When he had taught Big Horn and Franka, he had discovered that people in this world knew nothing about many concepts considered common knowledge among martial artists in the Nine Provinces World. Their worlds had developed in entirely different directions.
So he first had to make those fundamentals clear enough for his students to understand. Only then could he go deeper.
From two in the afternoon until nine at night, the lesson lasted a full seven hours.
Naturally, a class that long needed breaks. They took one at