A piece of news swept through every corner of the Profound Truth Sect in an instant, like a hurricane bearing wind and thunder.
The Sect's leadership had officially decided: Chu Yunhai of Heavenly Evolution Peak would become the Profound Truth Sect's Top Potential Seed, enjoying exclusive use of the Grade-A Training Room and priority access to the finest resources in the entire Sect.
The instant the news spread, the entire Profound Truth Sect was shaken.
In the Main Peak square, along the mountain paths of the Seven Branches, in disciples' residences and training grounds, disciples gathered in groups of three or five to discuss it. Their voices rose in a clamorous boil, the heated debate never ceasing.
The contest between Yang Jing and Chu Yunhai for the position of Top Potential Seed had been the foremost matter commanding the entire Sect's attention ever since the candidates were chosen.
Now that the dust had settled, every disciple sighed with emotion.
Even though Yang Jing had burst onto the scene at the Fu Mountain Grand Competition, his overall potential had ultimately fallen a notch short of Chu Yunhai's, who had awakened a battle body.
At the edge of a cliff halfway up Lingxi Peak.
A broad, smooth slab of bluish stone jutted out into empty air. Si Jiawen stood upon it with her hands behind her back, her robes fluttering gently in the mountain breeze.
She gazed at the rolling sea of clouds in the distance, her master Bai Bing's words from Lingxi Hall moments earlier unconsciously echoing in her ears-the calm announcement that Yang Jing had lost.
When her master had said it, her expression had remained cool and composed, with neither joy nor anger in her eyes, as though she were merely stating the most ordinary of trivial matters.