Yang Jing stood still, his eyes following Bai Bing's figure.
He watched until her pale figure vanished at the end of the mountain path to the peak, completely hidden by the lush greenery. Only then did he slowly look away.
He took a deep breath. The crisp scent of mountain flora filled his lungs, slightly calming the storm of excitement and disbelief in his heart.
Without further delay, he turned and headed down Lingxi Peak, hurrying straight toward the canteen.
Along the way, Bai Bing's words echoed in his mind: in three days, he was to go to Lingxi Hall to take the Bone Jade Pill, and the Peak Master would personally stand guard for him.
Such a monumental opportunity had fallen into his lap, leaving him feeling both thrilled and a little stunned, as if it wasn't quite real.
It was like a pie had fallen from the sky and hit him squarely, leaving him dazed. Even his steps felt a little lighter.
...
Before long, Yang Jing arrived at the canteen.
