For the entire morning, Sun Yong barely took a break. It was a complete change from his usual lazy demeanor. He paced from the east side of the front courtyard to the west, and whenever a Mingjin Disciple's technique showed a flaw, he would immediately step forward to correct it. He had several times more patience than before, but also an added degree of severity.
As Yang Jing practiced his fist techniques, he could feel the other disciples' gazes sweeping over him from time to time.
It was inevitable. As his strength increased, he wouldn't remain unknown forever. That was the case here at Sun's Martial Arts Hall, and it would likely be the case in the future, too.
It made Yang Jing recall something Boss Cao had said in his previous life—
How can you know that today's nobody won't one day shake the world?
If that day comes, and they truly become famous, will you not bitterly regret what you did today?
