Yang Jing hurried to keep up. Crossing the square, they arrived before a great hall.
Above the hall's entrance hung a black plaque with golden lettering that read "Lingxi Hall" in powerful, vigorous script.
This was the residence of Bai Bing, the Peak Master of Lingxi Peak, and the very heart of the entire Lingxi Peak.
On either side of the steps outside Lingxi Hall stood two disciples on guard duty.
Upon seeing Si Jiawen approach, the four disciples' expressions turned serious. They quickly bowed, their voices loud and respectful. "Greetings, Senior Sister!"
Si Jiawen gave a slight nod, not breaking her stride, and asked faintly, "Is Master in the hall?"
The disciple on the left quickly replied, "Senior Sister, the Peak Master is meditating in the hall."
Si Jiawen murmured an "mhm," saying no more. She gestured for Yang Jing to follow and stepped into Lingxi Hall.
The heavy hall doors were ajar, and pushing them open produced a faint CREAK that broke the tranquility outside.
