He was the one who had single-handedly tied for first place in the Fushan Grand Competition, restoring glory to Lingxi Peak and becoming a true prodigy in the eyes of its many disciples.
Yang Jing gave a slight nod to every sect mate who greeted him, but his pace never slowed. His mind was on his arrangement with Sun Ningxiang; he just wanted to get back, freshen up, and then hurry over to Yunxi Peak.
After returning to Qing No. 4 Courtyard, Yang Jing filled a basin with warm water and took a thorough bath, washing away his sweat and fatigue. He changed into a new white robe he had prepared, its smooth fabric making his posture seem even more erect and poised.
Once he was ready, he stepped out of the courtyard gate and followed the mountain path straight toward Yunxi Peak.
On the way, Yang Jing gazed at the familiar mountain scenery, a wave of emotion washing over him. 'Senior Sister Ning Xiang has finally broken through to the Huajin level.'
