Iron Blood College, Principal's Office.
"Lei Ming, how are those geniuses in today's special training class?" Wang Jianfang asked, holding a cup of tea.
"Not bad. Hang Jianshe and the others have some foundation, and they're also very serious about learning," Lei Ming replied. "Especially Lu Lin; his comprehension ability is astonishing. If I hadn't seen for myself that he genuinely hadn't encountered these basic teachings before, I would suspect he was faking it." Lei Ming praised Lu Lin.
Wang Jianfang nodded and smiled, quite agreeing with Lei Ming's words.
Could Lu Lin's comprehension ability not be astonishing? He even suspected that Lu Lin's Spiritual Strength level had reached that of a Seventh Level or even Level 8 Martial Artist.
