With Yang Jing, Sun's Martial Arts Hall had hope. There was no need to dwell on temporary gains and losses.
Unconsciously, in his heart, Yang Jing had already replaced Lin Yue as the one who carried the future of the Martial Arts Hall.
"The future of the Martial Arts Hall rests on your shoulders," Sun Yong said.
Yang Jing's heart stirred. He lowered his head and said, "I am unworthy of such praise. I am what I am today entirely thanks to your guidance, Master."
Sun Yong waved his hand and smiled. "There's no need to be so modest. I've seen your effort and your talent. Prepare well over the next few days. Strive to push your Mountain-Shattering Fist to the very Peak of Dark Energy before the duel."
"Yes, Master," Yang Jing replied.
Sun Yong nodded slightly, stood up, and brushed the wrinkles from his lapels. "It's about time. Let's go to the courtyard and spar for a bit."
