Chu Zhiyuan glanced at them, sheathed his sword, and drifted lightly to the ground.
Lu Qingyuan hurried forward, cupped her fists, and smiled. "Imperial Son-in-Law, congratulations!"
Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile.
Lu Qingyuan said, "Did you gain some insight?"
Although Chu Zhiyuan's sword strike just now had not been the Chaofeng Sword Art, its momentum and power had been astonishing.
She vaguely felt that he had most likely comprehended it from divine race martial arts.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "That sword just now was the Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix Sword Art."
"Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix Sword Art?" She hurriedly asked, "Then compared with our Chaofeng Sword Art..."
"I comprehended it just now. As for its similarities and differences with your Chaofeng Sword Art, I do not know." Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "After all, I do not know the Chaofeng Sword Art."
Lu Qingyuan's bright eyes flickered. "Imperial Son-in-Law, you understand divine script?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "It is said that the inheritance of divine script has long been severed. I merely comprehended it at random."
He did not want others to know that he understood divine script. There would be far too much trouble.
Once they learned this, they would certainly want to study it. Should he teach them or not?
Even if he taught them, they would not be able to learn it. If they could not learn it, they would only think he was deliberately withholding it.
There would only be trouble, no benefit.
His words just now had not directly denied it, so they did not count as a lie.
"Comprehended it at random?... Imperial Son-in-Law, you truly know how to joke!"
Lu Qingyuan covered her lips and chuckled.
Her bright eyes swept over the twelve fellow disciples who had slowly sat down to circulate their cultivation