Xirong Academy is bustling with activity.
Everyone is trying to recruit students for research.
Apprenticeship, correspondence courses, booming with thousands of direct disciples across all professions.
The sheer number has truly shocked the world.
"Either they don't take apprentices at all, or they desperately recruit?"
"Two or three direct disciples are enough. Are they seeking more successors before they die?"
Someone rebuked them: "You guys are really ridiculous, saying nothing good. How pure, great, and sacred is Xirong? Such selflessness is indeed admirable!"
Yet, in their hearts, there's some doubt. Can so many disciples really be taught?
Writing thousands of letters of guidance remotely every day.
Providing one-on-one advice daily, answering questions—does this leave any time for practicing, for forging, for alchemy? Has the mysterious and supreme Sword Casting Manor become a teaching manor?
But facts proved they really could do it!
