Solomon tapped his fingers against the pristine steel hilt of his executioner's sword. He looked at the ten pavilion masters standing across the shattered cobblestones and offered a casual grin.
"I will try to learn as much as possible from everyone here," Solomon announced, shifting his weight onto his back foot. "I will start my lessons with the Sword Pavilion. The rest of you can just wait your turn."
The surrounding elder and senior instructors completely lost their minds. Dozens of blue-robed cultivators gasped and took several steps backward. A few younger trial instructors frantically grabbed their own hair while staring at the silver-haired boy.
A novice student casually ordering the absolute pinnacle martial artists of the Azure Dragon Sect to form a waiting line broke every single rule of respect, and hierarchy, in their entire world.
The ten pavilion masters simply exchanged knowing glances. They found his absolute lack of fear fascinating rather than offensive.
