She knew with crystal clarity which of the Inner Sect Disciples at the Inner Strength Level had decent strength and which had average potential. Yet, she had never heard of Lingxi Peak producing an Inner Sect Disciple formidable enough to anchor the Cyan Qilin Battle—one who could convince her master to let them compete.
...
In the residential area for Outer Sect Disciples, located at the foot of Lingxi Peak.
The morning mist had yet to fully dissipate, blanketing the neat rows of courtyards.
The wooden door to a side room in the Ninth Courtyard slowly swung open, and Yang Jing emerged, dressed in a clean, cyan robe.
His features were relaxed, and his aura was calm and reserved. After his breakthrough the previous night, his entire bearing had become more refined. He strode out of the courtyard, heading straight for the dining hall in the center of Fushan Island to get some breakfast.
Not long after Yang Jing left, the sounds of two more doors opening echoed in the courtyard.
