"Junior Brother Yang, you should practice your calligraphy when you have time," Sun Ningxiang said as she took the booklet. Looking up at him, her eyes suddenly curved into a smile, revealing two faint dimples. "You have to do your best in the courtyard trial. Perform well—I have faith in you!"
Her smile was pure and bright, like a cool breeze on a summer day. Yang Jing's heart skipped a beat, as if something had gently bumped against it.
Although he had broken through to the Dark Energy realm and was preparing for the courtyard trial, no one believed in him. Not his Fourth Senior Brother Liu Maolin, with whom he was close; not his many fellow disciples; not even his Master thought he could fight his way through the competition.
But now, someone had suddenly told him they had faith in him.
'It's probably just a polite pleasantry…' Yang Jing was stunned for a moment before finding his voice. He gave a slight smile and a small nod, saying, "Thank you, Senior Sister."
