Yang Jing bowed as well, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the unfamiliar middle-aged Steward.
He had a vague feeling that this Steward's strength was formidable. His presence was calm and composed, not a bit weaker than Steward Zheng's, and perhaps even stronger than the two Stewards who had led the team to the Dragon Gate martial trials.
Of course, this was just Yang Jing's intuition, with nothing to back it up.
Steward Zheng stood on the steps before the Internal Affairs Hall, his gaze slowly sweeping over the disciples below. His steady, powerful voice rang out, "The Lingxi Peak disciples participating in this Cyan Qilin Battle—Zhang Hengyi, Chen Xuexiang, and Yang Jing—are you here?"
Hearing Steward Zheng's question, Zhang Hengyi, Chen Xuexiang, and Yang Jing stepped forward in unison, stopping at the bottom of the steps.
The three then answered in unison, "We are here!"
