Another hour passed, and 60 of the 72 places had been taken, but Zhang Xuanyu and Le Renkuang were still not here.
Slightly anxious, Luo Xiaobai asked Han Fei in private, and Han Fei replied, Don't panic. They might've been delayed. They would definitely come. Just focus on the mysterious words.
During the past hour, Han Fei had studied every word carefully. He even simulated the calligraphy in his head. At first, he was only studying how to write those words. Later, he began to consider if he could write with a sword…
The more he studied, the more shocked Han Fei became, and the strokes of the words were full of changes as if they were moves.
At this point, Han Fei's perception had reached 50%, and the deduction cost had been reduced to three million points. But Han Fei did not stop. He imitated the words in his head and eventually began to draw them with his Blue Sea Wandering Dragon Daggers.