The brows relaxed.
With a rhythmic tapping of the knuckles on the table, the tragedy that occurred about ten years ago had gradually formed in Jiang Feng's mind.
How old was Miss Lin when she escaped from home in distress? At most seven or eight years old.
A seven or eight-year-old child, relying solely on her photographic memory, forcefully memorized the Nine Yin Profound Darkness Art — it sounded like a legend, and the words Senior Sister said when she was brought back to Swordmaster Peak still echoed in his mind.
"There's something peculiar inside her, but her aptitude is acceptable, her Sword Heart is clear, her will is resolute, and she's quite resilient."
Yes, it was an evaluation on par with himself.
Previously, he didn't know the standard Senior Sister used to assess someone's talent, thinking it was about the speed of cultivation and the ability to grasp techniques.
Later, he realized it referred to the maximum potential one could reach.
