Yang Jing hurried back to the inner disciples' residential area halfway up Lingxi Peak. From a distance, he spotted a youth in gray servant's clothes squatting outside the gate of Azure No. 4 Courtyard.
The youth held a food box and was idly scuffing the ground with his toes. When he saw Yang Jing approach, he quickly stood up, a somewhat awkward smile appearing on his face.
"Senior Brother Yang, here is the lunch you ordered." The servant disciple offered the food box with both hands, his tone respectful.
Yang Jing took the box, which felt warm in his hands, nodded to the servant disciple, and thanked him.
Overwhelmed by the unexpected courtesy, the servant disciple hastily bowed, then turned and hurried away.
Back in the courtyard, Yang Jing set the food box on the stone table and opened the lid. Inside were two meat dishes, a vegetable dish, and a soup.
Most eye-catching was the large bowl of braised exotic beast meat. The pieces gleamed a rich red and gave off a mouthwatering aroma, weighing a full two pounds.
He picked up his chopsticks and dug in. The tender exotic beast meat melted in his mouth, and a stream of pure energy slid down his throat into his belly, turning into warm currents that slowly flowed through his limbs and bones. His entire body grew pleasantly warm, leaving him indescribably comfortable.
In no time, Yang Jing polished off every last bit of food, leaving not even a drop of soup.
He wiped his mouth and, without lingering in the courtyard, strode toward Lingxi Peak's training room area.
Arriving at the nearby training rooms, Yang Jing went straight to the administrative office. The deacon was absent today, leaving only two servant stewards. He took out his Inner-Door Disciple token and