Inside Lingxi Hall.
Silence reigned as Bai Bing stared at Yang Jing in astonishment, a trace of disbelief in her cool eyes.
She instinctively blinked and focused her senses on him again.
Yet no matter how she examined him, the steady, concentrated, keen aura emanating from his body was unmistakably that of the qi-nourishing realm.
It far exceeded the bounds of the qi-devouring realm, without the slightest hint of deception.
Bai Bing drew a deep breath, her chest rising slightly as she slowly calmed the shock surging within her.
She glanced at Si Jiawen beside her and spoke, her voice still carrying a faint ripple of emotion. "Jiawen, you may go back first."
Si Jiawen froze at her words, a hint of confusion crossing her face.
Her master's reaction today was truly strange. Whenever she had summoned Yang Jing before, she had never kept anything from Si Jiawen. Why did she insist on keeping him here alone today? What important matter was there that Si Jiawen could neither hear nor see?
Questions filled her mind, but she could not disobey her master. Despite her confusion, she could only bow with her hands clasped and answer respectfully, "Yes, Master."
With that, Si Jiawen turned and quietly left Lingxi Hall. The doors slowly closed, cutting off the hall from the outside.
Now, only Bai Bing and Yang Jing remained in the vast Lingxi Hall.
Yang Jing understood. His master must have seen through his breakthrough to the qi-nourishing realm at a glance, which was why she had deliberately sent his Senior Sister away.
He immediately composed himself, bowing his head with a solemn, respectful expression as he quietly waited for his master to question him.
Bai Bing's gaze settled on Yang Jing again, deep and sharp, as though it could pierce every