The aura of White Sword Sect burst forth in full glory. With the oppressive strength of Mental Energy, the land beneath them groaned.
Qin Mu, caught in the center of the oppressive atmosphere, showed no fear.
"Teach?" Qin Mu asked. "Of course, I'll teach."
The surrounding Myriad Sword Pavilion disciples were instantly dumbfounded.
"What's going on?"
"You actually want to teach our Pavilion Master what to do?"
Bai Ming's eyelids twitched. Then, he burst into laughter, looking up at the sky. "Good, good, good! A true hero emerges from the youth! This old man wants to see what a brat like you can teach me today!"
"Wasn't it the Electric Light Drill just now?" Qin Mu asked.
Pfftf—cough, cough! Bai Ming choked on his tea. "You scoundrel, the old man is mentioning the rules here with you!"
"What I'm talking about are also rules," Qin Mu answered sincerely. "The Electric Light Drill is my special technique, and how can it be compared to Nine Swords in a Line?"
