Yang Jing had been waiting quietly in the area designated for the disciples of Lingxi Peak.
When he heard Steward Xue from the Main Peak call his name, he immediately stepped forward to the foot of the arena. He then applied a bit of force, his foot grinding against the bluestone ground and stirring up a nearly imperceptible gust of wind.
With a light leap, he soared like a hawk spreading its wings, landing steadily atop the massive, thirty-foot-high arena. His robes billowed gently, his movements utterly fluid and graceful.
Yang Jing looked up at the Main Peak Steward standing in the center of the arena. He respectfully cupped his fist and said in a clear voice, "Greetings, Steward Xue."
This Steward was named Xue Kun, one of the sect's most senior Stewards.
He had presided over the earlier Cyan Qilin Battle, and he was now officiating the main tournament of the Fushan competition as well.
