When a dull-witted person taught others, what they said was likely to be exceedingly obscure and difficult to understand. Their disciples would listen with bitter faces, yet they would not dare ask too much for fear of being reprimanded. They could only rack their brains afterward, and naturally, their progress would be slow.
Li Yan, however, not only possessed high cultivation but was also broad-minded and knowledgeable. He was skilled at simplifying the complex, and often just a few words from him would feel like timely rain to the listener, allowing them to quickly follow his train of thought into an entirely new world.
Little Beast was exactly like this now. For a time, he had long forgotten where he was. How could he still remember that he was inside an arena?
All his previous flaws had been magnified without limit. At the same time, another version of himself was darting and shifting through his mind, using different methods to clash with the enemy anew...
"Little Beast, Little Beast!"
"Little Beast, it's your turn to take the field!"
At some point, someone shouted loudly from the crowd ahead. Quite a few gazes swept in this direction. These people saw Little Beast sitting there, with several people seated around him.
Some recognized Zhao Min. A cultivator of such profound cultivation had actually come here as well, though they were only mildly surprised. They were mother and son; Zhao Min coming over to see how things stood was not unexpected.
Yet they all overlooked one thing. In their eyes, there was clearly a man in azure robes seated there, but with a single sweep of their gaze, they simply ignored him.
That man seemed to have merged with the dark night. Amid this bustling, clamorous place, even when these people saw him,