'The kid practices Mountain-Shattering Fist, a style that suits his martial path. He's calm and ruthless, decisive and efficient—exactly my kind of temperament. Most importantly, his strength is exceptional. A rare talent. I'm thoroughly satisfied.'
...
「On a small hill in the distance.」
Bai Bing stood quietly, still dressed in a plain white robe.
Her cool gaze remained fixed on the high platform in the center of Dragon Gate Plaza, focused on Yang Jing. Her expression was as placid as ever, yet a faint glimmer of anticipation flickered in the depths of her eyes.
Si Jiawen stood beside her, her eyes locked on Yang Jing. He was sitting cross-legged on the platform, his expression serene as he regulated his breathing. She nodded to herself.
'I have to admit, this outer disciple's performance has been truly dazzling. He won all three matches with crushing force, clean and decisive.'
