Zuo Xiaonian had looked forward to this day for years, and now her eyes actually grew a little moist.
"He should have broken through long ago."
Mu Yanyan sat cross-legged nearby, not so much as lifting her eyelids. "The power within him already exceeded the Martial Warrior level by far, far too much. Reaching the Martial Master Realm was only natural. With this opportunity on top of his accumulated foundations, he may well break straight through to the Martial Master Peak."
"How could the word 'great' alone possibly describe progress of this magnitude!"
"What is a Martial Master? A master of Martial Artists. What makes someone a master of Martial Artists? Where do their qualifications lie? The fundamental reason is that cultivators who reach the Martial Master Tier can identify the imperfections and flaws in the world's combat moves. In particular, they can notice and discover where their own movements fall short, fail to connect, or lack smoothness, and then correct them."
"Only through those two words, 'correct them,' can someone be called a 'master.' Otherwise, how could they teach disciples?"
"In fact, possessing this quality alone means someone has already met the basic requirements of a Martial Master. Your younger brother reached that stage yesterday afternoon. His meridians opening up now is merely an inevitable process, like water flowing into a channel once it is full. The further increase in his strength is actually a minor detail."
"What matters now is whether he can refine his cultivation once more in the day and a half he has left."
Mu Yanyan's expression was very calm.
To her, however astonishing Zuo Xiaoduo's progress might be, it was still hardly worthy of her attention, even entirely inconsequential. What truly mattered was her disciple Zuo Xiaonian's state of mind.
Although Mu Yanyan felt