Two days later.
Morning sunlight bathed the training room area halfway up Lingxi Peak.
Yang Jing presented his token at the administrative office and rented the Grade-B No. 3 Training Room for another day.
After paying a thousand contribution points, he pushed the door open and walked straight inside. The heavy stone door slowly closed behind him.
Just then, a tall, poised figure walked slowly up from the end of the mountain path. Her gaze settled lightly on Yang Jing's back as he disappeared behind the stone door. It was Si Jiawen, Lingxi Peak's Senior Sister.
Inner-Door Disciples along the way spotted her and bowed in greeting.
Si Jiawen merely nodded absently in acknowledgment. Her clear eyes remained fixed on the closed stone door of the Grade-B No. 3 Training Room, a trace of irrepressible curiosity between her brows.
She mused to herself, Master has been summoning Yang Jing frequently these past few days. Sometimes, even in the middle of the night, I can see him hurrying toward Lingxi Hall.
In the past, her master had never kept any arrangements or guidance from her.
Yet now, she had no idea what her master was telling or teaching Yang Jing when she summoned him alone late at night.
She was not suspicious or distrustful. This sudden secrecy simply made her curiosity impossible to suppress. What exactly had happened to merit such attention from her master, even to the point of keeping her out of it?
As these thoughts turned in her mind, Si Jiawen strode straight into a Grade-A Training Room, open only to the finest core disciples, under the awed and envious gazes of those around her.
Meanwhile, Yang Jing had noticed none of the attention outside.
After entering the Grade-B No. 3 Training Room, he reached behind him and