The Martial Artists on the training grounds began to stream toward the outside of the enclosure.
Yang Jing also stood up, patting the dust from his lapels. He blended into the crowd and headed for the exit.
The afternoon sun shone through the sparse clouds, casting long shadows across the training grounds.
He followed the throng out of the enclosure, preparing to meet up with his master.
Just as Yang Jing walked out of the enclosure, he saw Xu Hong walking toward him.
The matches in the eighth ring had also concluded. As a Peak of Dark Energy Martial Artist, Xu Hong's advancement was a foregone conclusion. He was now looking at Yang Jing with a calm gaze.
"Junior Brother Yang, you're looking steady." Xu Hong spoke first, his tone carrying a note of praise.
Yang Jing cupped his hands. "It was just a stroke of luck. I must also thank you for your earlier guidance, Senior Brother."
