At the head of the hall.
Cao Zhen, Sect Master of the Profound Truth Sect, looked at Yang Jing standing tall in the hall, modest and courteous. Appreciation filled his eyes, and a gentle smile rested on his face as he said clearly, "No need for such formalities."
"Yes, Sect Master."
Yang Jing answered respectfully and slowly straightened, standing upright with a composed expression as he waited for what came next.
His back was straight, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. Neither servile nor arrogant, he still observed the propriety expected of a disciple. The Peak Masters in the hall saw his steady bearing, and their appreciation deepened.
Cao Zhen's gaze settled on Yang Jing. In an even tone, he came straight to the point. "I summoned you to the Main Peak Hall today for one reason: to discuss your reward for the great merit you earned while exterminating the Demon Cult after leaving the mountain. Previously, the Peak Masters of the various branches had yet to return, so the matter remained pending. Now that everyone is here, we have reached an agreement."
When a Main Peak disciple had delivered the summons and informed him that the Sect Master wished to see him, Yang Jing had already guessed that it was most likely about his reward from the sect.
Thus, even after hearing the Sect Master say it himself, his expression remained calm and unruffled. He betrayed no impatience, maintaining his steady composure.
But only Yang Jing knew that beneath his seemingly calm exterior, excitement and anticipation had long since begun stirring in his heart.
He wondered what treasure the sect's senior leaders would award him after gathering to deliberate. Would it be rare pills, a powerful secret treasure, or Heavenly Treasures that could aid his cultivation?
He suppressed