"Could the test in this stone house be about swordsmanship?"
Because the biggest scene Shen Hao saw in the memory he was pulled into just now was that boy, probably the Sword Emperor Feng Bubai, performing a series of sword stances.
Judging from the previous trials, Shen Hao figured he probably needed to master the stance from the "Holy Spirit Swordsmanship," and at the very least, make it look effortless.
But then, how do you measure whether someone has mastered it or not? Who decides?
At this thought, Shen Hao's mind paused. Right, learning a sword technique needs a standard for evaluation, and it sure can't just be up to himself. But now deep in this ancient tomb, who would decide?
Unconsciously, Shen Hao's gaze shifted forward, finally landing on the statue in front of the stone house.
He almost forgot—this was the guy who nearly came alive and skewered him with a sword just moments ago.
