Moonwatch Mountain, the camp halfway up the slope.
Yang Jing pushed open the door and looked out at the sprawling tents, his expression solemn.
The Jintai Grand Tournament had finally begun!
The thin morning mist had yet to disperse completely, but the camp was already bustling.
The sect had made thorough preparations for the tournament. Disciples from its Dining Hall had been specially assigned to accompany the party and provide three meals a day for all competitors from the Profound Truth Sect Main Peak and the Seven Branches, as well as the accompanying elders and stewards, ensuring that everyone could compete at their best without worrying about food.
Yang Jing had barely stopped outside when two disciples dressed in the Dining Hall's gray uniforms hurried over with food boxes and halted respectfully before him.
"Senior Brother, your breakfast."
One of the Dining Hall disciples bowed and presented the food box with both hands. Steam rose from the finely prepared exotic beast meat, porridge, pastries, and several refreshing side dishes inside.
Yang Jing nodded slightly, accepted the box, and returned to his room to eat in peace.
He ate at an unhurried pace, chewing each mouthful carefully. Before long, he finished his meal and placed the empty box by the door for the Dining Hall disciples to collect.
Once everything was in order, Yang Jing straightened his clothes, checked that he was in good condition, and left his room, heading straight for his master's quarters.
As the Peak Master of Lingxi Peak and the leader of its delegation, Bai Bing occupied a large, quiet room in the inner section of the camp. Its central location made it convenient for everyone to assemble.
When Yang Jing arrived outside Bai Bing's door, quite a few people were already waiting there, all from Lingxi