The Hall Master's office.
An old man stood before a wall, his hands clasped behind his back.
On the wall hung a piece of calligraphy bearing a single character: "Clarity."
From time to time, he would let out a soft sigh.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Suddenly, a knock came from the door.
The old man finally pulled back his gaze and turned around.
His eyes were slightly red.
"Come in!"
The door opened, and Yang Yong hurried inside.
"Hall Master, Lin Yi is out of the Quenching Room. His time was one hour and fifteen minutes!"
The old Hall Master showed little surprise.
Instead, he gave a placid nod.
"That kid's talent is certainly impressive. Compared to his peers, he's much stronger!"
Yang Yong nodded eagerly.
Those few words from the old Hall Master showed that he had acknowledged Lin Yi.
Over the years, countless students had come and gone from the Martial Arts Hall.
There had even been dozens of disciples, each with outstanding Martial Arts talent, a cut above the rest.
