Chapter 948.1: Yes, That's Right, I'm an Old Hand - Part 1
Afterward, the teacher and his two students were to return to the Northern Frontier Great Wall.
Xie Nandu called over a deputy general and had them withdraw the troops and depart first, while she herself followed her teacher and Senior Brother, returning south together.
After the cavalry galloped away, Liu Banbi sheathed his sword and began to slowly regulate the sword qi within his body, nurturing his acupoints. Although he was only half a step away from the end of Nepenthe, he still could not be careless. After all, this had once been the highest point of sword dao in the world many years ago.
Although the Sword Sect’s Sect Master had, by his own strength, raised this realm by another level, becoming a great sword immortal was still not an easy matter.
The Academy Dean glanced at this student of his, narrowed his eyes, and in the end a rare trace of approval flashed in them.
In his life, he had seventy two students. Some had died young, some had been intelligent in their early years but later became mediocre. None of that was a big issue. In any case, there had been quite a few outstanding disciples.
Counting carefully, they could not be counted on one hand.
That Confucian Primordial Saint, the number one scholar among all scholars under heaven, had three thousand disciples in his lifetime, yet in the end only seventy two of them were outstanding.
Among my seventy two students, there are more than seven who are outstanding, right?