Ouyang Jingxuan gazed at the tall, straight figure standing in the hall, his aura steady and composed. Countless thoughts surged through his heart. Excitement washed over him like a tide, yet it mingled with a complexity and wistfulness he could hardly put into words.
Those two emotions wound around each other, lingering in his chest.
Looking at Yang Jing, he unconsciously curled his lips into a helpless yet genuine smile and sighed softly. "This Yang Jing really did give me a resounding slap in the face."
He recalled personally testing Yang Jing and Chu Yunhai's root bone, comprehension, and potential. After a thorough, comprehensive assessment, Chu Yunhai had stood out in every respect, his potential clearly superior.
Naturally, he had designated Chu Yunhai as the sect's Top Potential Seed, concentrating all its finest cultivation resources on him in the hope that he would break through soon and shoulder the banner of the sect's younger generation.
Yet who could have imagined that, in such a short time, Yang Jing-who had come up slightly short in that assessment-would rise like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, shatter his shackles, and firmly enter the qi-nourishing realm?
Chu Yunhai, by contrast, enjoyed the finest resources the sect had spared no effort to provide. Despite cultivating tirelessly day and night, he remained stuck before that bottleneck, still a long way from breaking through to the qi-nourishing realm. The disparity was plain to see.
Faced with such a contrast, he had to admit that he had completely misjudged Yang Jing. It was an outrageously mistaken judgment, an enormous oversight-one that could even be called a grave failure on his part as a sect elder.
Yang Jing's sudden breakthrough was no different from delivering a hard slap to his face before all the peak masters in