Elder Xuanji noticed Zhang Rouchen's distress and assumed he had demoralized him too much. He was about to console him.
But Zhang Ruochen, looking very solemn, instead gave a sigh. "Sword One is very difficult to understand. Your disciple is too dull-witted; I could only comprehend three-tenths of it."
Elder Xuanji was stunned.
What?
He had looked through it once, and was able to understand three-tenths of the contents?
Elder Xuanji himself had not even understood one-tenth of it when he first read through Sword One.
He called himself dull-witted, after comprehending three-tenths of the book? This boy deserved a thrashing!
Elder Xuanji sized Zhang Ruochen up carefully and asked in disbelief, "You're certain you understand almost a third of it?"
Zhang Ruochen said, "I understood only three-tenths of its contents. Why are you so surprised?"