Zhao Hongxiang, Su Qingyue, Lin Wenxuan, and Cai He Kang stared blankly at Yang Jing, who stood before them clad in the white robes of an Inner Sect Disciple. Their minds went numb.
The scene was so shocking that they couldn't process it.
The pristine white robes, a symbol of an Inner Sect Disciple's status, were immaculate. The light green embroidery on the collar and cuffs was clearly visible. The robes complemented Yang Jing's frame, making him appear even more upright and composed—a stark contrast to the taciturn figure who used to wear worn-out green robes. He looked like a completely different person.
They couldn't believe that this disciple, who had suddenly appeared at the Ninth Courtyard in the attire of the Inner Sect, was the very same Yang Jing they had always looked down upon.
Su Qingyue's eyes widened in disbelief, a look of astonishment quickly giving way to a surge of fury.
