Qin Xingxuan had a very good memory; she completely recounted the events that happened, even every word of Lin Mings. After the old man listened, his expression grew increasingly dignified. At first he assumed his young student was in love and being modest about some boy she liked, but it seemd she really was inferior. Moreover, that youth’s knowledge was too rich and experienced; it wasn’t likely to come from someone in the Sky Fortune Kingdom, but instead some ancient master from another, more developed land.
After she finished, she also described how Lin Ming drew up the foundation lines and symbols with such ease and fluidity. It wasn’t something that she was capable of doing.
“Being able to draw the foundation lines with soul force, but also not stopping and still being able to grasp the intricacies of energy of each point…what is this?” Muyi said with surprise.
“Mm…” Muyi inhaled. He had always dreamt of performing this so called drawing by instinct, but one need millions, if not billions of attempts to even think of it. Did this young boy start practicing while he was still kicking around in his mother’s stomach?
“You really know that he is 15 or 16 years old?”