Yang Jing also knew one thing clearly.
Even if he traveled to Pingtian Academy one day and entered a vaster, boundless world of the Martial Path, his roots would remain in the Profound Truth Sect.
He was the direct disciple of a Peak Master of the Profound Truth Sect, a core Heavenly Prodigy whom the sect had spared no effort to nurture. His rise owed much to its resources, his teachers' careful guidance, and the support of its deep foundations.
No matter how high he climbed or how far he traveled, his bonds, his history, and his sense of belonging to the Profound Truth Sect could never be severed. They would prosper together and suffer together. The sect would always be his foundation and support, while he was its hope for future glory.
His myriad thoughts quietly settled, leaving his mind peaceful and still.
The exhaustion of days of arduous cultivation washed over him. Yang Jing stopped thinking, closed his eyes, and let his mind fall silent. His breathing gradually grew long and even.
In the quiet safety of the little courtyard late that night, he soon sank into deep sleep, resting dreamlessly until dawn.
Time passed without a sound, the sun and moon taking their turns.
In the blink of an eye, half a month slipped away.
Those brief two weeks were far from uneventful. Throughout the sect, matters large and small arose concerning the Sacred Academy's assessment.
Of everything that drew attention, the most shocking and unexpected was the last-minute breakthrough of Xiao Nu, Senior Brother of Blazing Sun Peak.
Just as Pingtian Academy's dispatched Academy Instructors were about to arrive in Jintai Prefecture and begin the assessment, Xiao Nu emerged from days of seclusion having shattered his shackles in one stroke. He broke through the bottleneck that