"What's wrong with Master?"
"Look at his face. Something terrible must have happened."
The disciples in the front courtyard were all talking amongst themselves. Yang Jing frowned, his own confusion deepening.
'Whatever could make Master lose his composure like that must be serious.'
Before long, a piece of news spread through the front courtyard and reached Yang Jing's ears.
"Did you hear? Something happened to Senior Brother Lin Yue!"
"Senior Brother Lin Yue? Hasn't he been recovering at Jishi Medical Hall?"
"A senior brother who just came from the Inner City said someone found him in an alley there. He was already unconscious and critically injured… Both his hand and foot tendons were severed!"
"What?!"
An uproar swept through the training grounds. Shock was written on every disciple's face.
Lin Yue was a Core Disciple of the Martial Arts Hall and once its most promising genius. And now, his tendons had been severed…
When Yang Jing heard this, he was shaken.
