Yang Jing also nodded lightly, the serious expression on his face easing. He didn't dwell on the subject of Lu Shaohua.
'The top masters on the Hidden Dragon List are certainly formidable, but I'm not completely helpless anymore. Rather than worrying for nothing, it's better to focus on the upcoming competition.'
As time slowly passed, more and more disciples gathered in Lingxi Plaza, the bustling crowd nearly filling half the square.
The clamor of discussion and hearty laughter intertwined, merging into a lively wave of sound that drifted out toward the mountains.
Yang Jing watched the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd of his fellow sect members and thought to himself, 'If it's already like this on Lingxi Peak, I can only imagine how spectacular the scene will be when the disciples from every peak gather at Fushan Square on the Outer Island.'
Just then, a commotion arose from the east side of the plaza, in the direction of the Internal Affairs Hall.
