In the six months and more since joining the Profound Truth Sect, Yang Jing had devoted himself to martial training and had never deliberately hurt anyone.
But if Yuwen Mingjue refused to rein himself in and continued plotting in the shadows, Yang Jing would not mind finding a discreet way to silence him for good.
Some rules were made for those who obeyed them. There was no need to show much consideration to underhanded villains.
Although the Profound Truth Sect strictly forbade disciples from killing one another, rules were dead things, while people were alive. If he wanted to, he could certainly find a loophole.
Yuwen Mingjue could not stay on Duck Mountain Island forever. Once he left the island and slipped out from under the Profound Truth Sect's watchful eye, killing him without a sound would be as easy as turning over his hand.
Suppressing his murderous intent, Yang Jing reined in his aura and turned to Sun Ningxiang, who still looked somewhat wary beside him. "Senior Sister, let's head back," he said gently.
Only when Sun Ningxiang saw his expression become peaceful again did her anxious heart settle. She nodded softly, and the two set off side by side along the mountain path on Lingxi Peak.
That afternoon, between three and five.
On the Main Peak, people streamed through the Law Enforcement Hall, with disciples from every branch arriving in an endless procession. Some accepted sect missions, some redeemed contribution points, and others selected pills at the counters. The hall was bustling but orderly.
Just then, a burly, imposing middle-aged steward emerged from the inner hall. Dressed in blue steward's robes with a bronze token at his waist, he was Steward Zhang, the man responsible for updating the Hidden Dragon Ranking.
Steward Zhang approached the notice wall