Yang Jing chose a fairly spacious room.
The room had excellent natural light. Opening the wooden window revealed the lush trees outside.
Its furnishings were simple and clean: a wooden bed, a square table, two chairs, and a plain wooden rack large enough for his belongings. Spacious and airy, it was ideal for resting and cultivating.
Ordinarily, Yang Jing devoted himself to rigorous cultivation and asked little of his accommodations. A table and a bed were enough, so long as he could meditate, regulate his breathing, and rest for a while.
He would not have minded even a shabby woodshed.
After all, cultivators ought to cast aside worldly distractions and devote themselves to the Way. To him, the quality of his lodgings made no difference.
But things were different now. The Jintai Grand Tournament was imminent, and this grand event would last several days. During that time, he would not only rest in his room but cultivate there as well.
A quiet, spacious place would help him stay in peak condition for one fierce contest after another.
Naturally, his requirements for the room had risen considerably.
The room before him was secluded, peaceful, and fairly spacious, precisely meeting his needs.
Yang Jing set the bundle on his back down on the table and did some simple organizing. He sorted the pills and clothing Senior Sister Ningxiang had prepared for him, then wiped down the table and chairs. Just as he finished settling in, footsteps sounded outside.
The footsteps drew closer, reached his door, and stopped.
Then Yan Chenglong's voice came from outside. "Senior Brother, have you finished unpacking? A few of us are planning to visit the summit and look over the tournament grounds in advance. Would you like to come?"
"Sure. Give me a moment. I'll take a look