Yang Jing returned to where Steward Zheng and the others were waiting and rejoined them.
The smiles had yet to fade from Steward Zheng's and Steward Wang's faces. Zhang Hengyi, Zhao Xuxiang, and Lin Ziheng gathered around him, their eyes brimming with envy.
Zhang Hengyi and Zhao Xuxiang were especially envious. They had entered the Azure Qilin Battle several times, only to return with their feathers clipped each time. Never mind the prizes for the top three-they had never even crossed the threshold into the final six.
Now that Yang Jing had made his name in a single battle and won the lavish first-place rewards, they could hardly help envying him.
By then, with the Azure Qilin Battle finally over, the spectators began to disperse.
The disciples headed toward various parts of the sect in twos and threes, yet many could not resist glancing back as they left, looking in Yang Jing's direction.
Yang Jing was undoubtedly the most dazzling rising star of this Azure Qilin Battle.
An obscure disciple of Lingxi Peak, he had defeated one formidable opponent after another and beaten Yuwen Mingjue unconscious.
That record alone was enough to make everyone remember his name.
Steward Zheng looked at Yang Jing, then suddenly winked mischievously and teased him with a smile. "Yang Jing, now that you've won first place, why not spend some time with your little girlfriend and celebrate properly?"
Yang Jing froze for a moment before realizing that Steward Zheng meant Sun Ningxiang. He hastily waved his hands and tried to explain. "Steward Zheng, you've misunderstood. Senior Sister Ningxiang and I..."
Before he could finish, Steward Zheng waved him off with a laugh. "Go on, go on. I understand. You youngsters can't hide those feelings."
Seeing this, Yang Jing could only helplessly shut his mouth and