At Lingxi Peak, in Azure No. 4 Courtyard.
Seeing Yang Jing's eagerness, Sun Ningxiang couldn't help smiling softly. She handed him the envelope she held and said gently, "It's from the Martial Arts Hall. Go on, have a look."
Yang Jing's heart stirred. "Is it from Master?" he asked with a smile.
Sun Ningxiang nodded lightly, watching him with gentle eyes. "It should be from Father. The envelope was tightly sealed when I received it, and I haven't opened it yet. Go ahead and see."
Yang Jing took the envelope and applied a little pressure with his fingertips, breaking the slightly cracked sealing wax before gently drawing out the letters inside.
But when he pulled out all the sheets, he paused, then laughed. "I didn't expect so many letters. There are three!"
Sun Ningxiang leaned closer for a look and chuckled along with him. "Everyone at the Martial Arts Hall must have been thinking of us. They each wanted to write a few words, so they gathered them together and sent them all at once."
Yang Jing nodded, warmth welling up in his heart.
He picked up the topmost letter, slowly unfolded it, and lowered his head to read carefully.
This letter had been written by his master, Sun Yong, himself.
The handwriting wasn't especially neat, but the strokes were steady, and every line brimmed with an elder's advice to a younger generation.
In the letter, Sun Yong earnestly reminded him that, now that he belonged to a leading sect like the Profound Truth Sect, he must settle his mind and cultivate diligently, obey the rules, respect his elders, stand united with his fellow disciples, and never grow arrogant, impatient, or lax.
He also wrote that Yang Jing's achievements on the Martial Path, as he established himself in the Profound