Zhao Hongxiang, Su Qingyue, Lin Wenxuan, and Cai Hekang stared blankly at Yang Jing in his inner disciple's white robes, their minds reeling.
The sight before them was such a shock that they could not process it.
The white robes symbolizing his status as an Inner-Door Disciple were pristine, their pale blue-green collar and cuff patterns clearly visible. They made Yang Jing look all the more upright and composed, utterly different from the taciturn figure who used to wear a shabby azure robe.
They could not believe that the disciple who had suddenly appeared at No. 9 Courtyard in inner disciple attire was Yang Jing, whom they had always looked down upon.
Su Qingyue's eyes widened. Shock lingered on her face, then gave way to a surge of anger.
She instinctively pointed at Yang Jing and said sharply, "Yang Jing? How dare you! Parading around in an inner senior brother's clothes to deceive people-aren't you afraid the stewards will punish you severely for breaking sect rules?"
Yang Jing's eyes abruptly narrowed, a cold, fierce gleam flashing through them.
Without wasting a word, he stepped forward and was before Su Qingyue in an instant.
Before Su Qingyue could react, he raised his hand and swung a vicious slap at her.
Smack! The crisp, resounding slap struck Su Qingyue hard across the cheek.
The sharp sound was especially piercing in the quiet passageway.
Zhao Hongxiang, Lin Wenxuan, and Cai Hekang froze, their minds growing even more bewildered. Their eyes bulged, and they unconsciously held their breath.
Su Qingyue staggered from the blow, her head turning aside. A distinct red mark instantly rose on one cheek, and she stood rooted to the spot, her mind utterly blank.
Yang Jing stared coldly at Su Qingyue as she clutched her face, his gaze sharp as