In Bai Bing's eyes, Yang Jing's aura was now deep and restrained, settled like still water, its fierce edge entirely sheathed. His blood and qi were rich and abundant, his true qi pure and condensed, his muscles and bones steady as bedrock, and his breathing long and weighty.
Compared with when he had returned from the Stone Mountain Secret Realm, his foundation had grown firmer and his reserves deeper.
From this refined state, it was clear that he had cultivated tirelessly day and night, never slacking. He had thoroughly tempered his foundation, and his cultivation was already approaching the true qi peak.
Ever since taking Yang Jing as her disciple, Bai Bing had been exceptionally satisfied with his talent, temperament, and perseverance.
Yang Jing's talent was already one in ten thousand. Rarer still was his steady disposition: neither arrogant nor impatient, diligent and disciplined. Even after making a name for himself, he had never forgotten his original purpose, devoting himself to cultivation without a trace of restlessness or conceit.
Such a combination of temperament and talent was unique among the younger generation of Jintai Prefecture.
After studying him briefly, Bai Bing withdrew her gaze and spoke calmly, coming straight to the point. "Jing, I summoned you today because of Pingtian Academy's recruitment, which has recently become known among the upper ranks of the various sects. You must have heard about it already."
Yang Jing understood. It was just as he had guessed on his way here.
Recently, confidential news that Pingtian Academy would recruit disciples throughout the region had quietly spread. Whether it was Lin Ziheng telling him privately or the scattered discussions among certain sect disciples, everything kept circling back to this supreme opportunity spanning four provinces.
On his way here, he had guessed that his master had summoned