When it came to talent, Yang Jing had cultivated two martial arts to the Dark Energy stage. The speed of his progress was in no way inferior to Lin Yue's.
As for his disposition, he was calm, resilient, and composed in the face of danger—an even rarer quality.
With such potential, he was likely a cut above even Lin Yue.
'Heh, this is... quite unexpected.'
Sun Yong muttered to himself, picked up the teacup from the table, and took a sip. The warmth of the tea flowed down his throat, warming him through.
Just then, the study door was pushed open gently. Sun Ningxiang walked in carrying a basin of clean water, preparing to wipe the desk.
The corner of her eye caught the lingering smile on her father's lips, and she paused.
Her father was usually stern and rarely smiled; it was a rare sight to see him like this.
"Father, what's made you so happy?"
