She would stop teasing him from then on. They were familiar with the room, so what they really needed was to start by listening, to feel their sense of hearing. That was also the focus of their training for the day.
The sound of the wind, the rain falling, pattering against the ground.
Time passed, minute by minute.
Moh Li and Bai Zhi seemed to hear many sounds, those subtle noises they had never noticed before.
Bai Zhi held Moh Li’s hand tightly, not knowing if it was out of fear or something else, her palm was already full of sweat, yet she did not want to let go.
Suddenly, something was thrown at them.
Moh Li turned and dodged.
With a smack, it hit the wall.
"That’s enough. Your listening time is over. Close your eyes."
At the moment Old Han’s voice sounded, the world seemed wonderful, and not being able to see felt terrible. But this was just the beginning, she would definitely overcome this problem, Bai Zhi believed...
There was no obstacle they couldn’t get past, only the paths they were unwilling to tread.
A sharp pain in her neck made Bai Zhi blink, and when she opened her eyes again, it all seemed a bit dazzling.
She shielded her eyes with her hand, slowly lowering it, and everything around her came into clear view, her gaze turned to Moh Li’s hand, which she was still holding tightly.
Somewhat embarrassed, it appeared she had squeezed his hand enough to draw blood, really, she felt her hand was weak, but for others, it might still be a bit much.
Bai Zhi looked at Moh Li somewhat awkwardly.
"I mean, do you believe I didn’t do it on purpose?"
Moh Li withdrew his hands and nodded coldly.
"I believe, I believe you did it on purpose."
At that moment, he truly felt her fear and helplessness. Strange, someone as strong as her feeling helpless.
Bai Zhi: "..." This senior brother really isn’t cute.
"Master, if it’s about listening, does it have to keep us from talking?"
This move really impressed her.
Old Han, too, said nothing, just looked intently at his young disciple beginning to complain.
"Being able to speak is the only way we can communicate and help each other."
"Are you done?" Old Han asked Bai Zhi coldly, his mood very happy at that moment.
Just like their master felt when he watched them years ago.
That look of watching the rambunctious kids, frustrated, aggrieved, and helpless, was truly satisfying.
"I’m done," Bai Zhi’s lips twitched, the master’s drama, truly captivating.
"I told you to do what I say, no need for explanations, you just need to handle whatever situation arises, I just want to test your understanding, understand?" Actually, he had forgotten to say that it wasn’t necessary to keep them from talking.
"Oh," Moh Li really didn’t believe him at all,
"See for yourselves, what did I throw at you last?"
Only then did Old Han allow them to look at the ground; it was walnuts, and quite a few. How had they dodged them?
"This time it was mud, next time, who knows what it will be. Keep it up, next time you can talk. In a while, you’ll move on to face the challenges, Xingxing, your body will recover soon, so I believe in you.
You might face situations where you can see but not speak, or otherwise, you need to learn sign language, and you can even devise your own secret gestures."
In essence, the way they were unfortunate back then, these few mischievous kids had to experience it too, or it wouldn’t sit well with them.
Why did they feel like their master was delighting in their misfortune, adding fuel to the fire?
"Right, one more thing, study your books well, there will also be a pop quiz, and if you fail, you go on a three-day tour of the back mountain, lots of excitement awaits you there."