"Instincts?" someone echoed in disbelief. Murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire.
To many, relying on one's instincts sounded more like an excuse than an explanation. Cultivators trained in sword forms, spiritual awareness, footwork—tangible things. Instincts were vague, unreliable… or so they believed.
Even Supreme Elder Song, standing quietly at the edge of the room, furrowed her brow at the answer.
She had witnessed something similar before from her own disciple—a girl also surnamed Chu. When she tested Chu Yan in the past, there were moments she couldn't explain, when Chu Yan had dodged attacks she couldn't have possibly seen. Could it really be…?
"Could you tell us more about his instincts?" Supreme Elder Song asked, her voice clear and sharp as it cut through the crowd's murmurs.
Xun Wei thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully.
