Inside the hall.
Understanding suddenly dawned on everyone.
No wonder this man carried himself with such transcendent poise that the academy disciples willingly stepped aside for him.
He was the outstanding genius who had recently caused a sensation throughout Pingtian's Outer Courtyard.
Many had only heard the rumors before, learning that a newcomer with terrifying combat strength and boundless potential had appeared in the academy.
He had a chance of reaching the Upper Academy in the future, yet they had never had the opportunity to see him in person.
Seeing him with their own eyes today, so young yet so composed, with an imposing edge all his own, they found that he truly was extraordinary, far surpassing ordinary disciples.
Discussion and scrutiny continued throughout the hall. Gazes of every kind converged on him, as though his arrival had given the bustling, noisy hall a single focus.
Yet Yang Jing's expression never changed. His heart remained as still as water, and he paid no heed to anyone's stares or remarks.
He showed not the slightest stir of emotion, much less any arrogance or restlessness.
Looking straight ahead, he passed through the path the crowd had cleared and walked directly toward the center of the hall.
A duty desk stood at the center of the hall to verify eligibility for entry into the secret realm.
A middle-aged man in steward's robes sat there with a solemn expression, responsible for checking disciples' registration details, inspecting their tokens, and granting permission to enter the secret realm.
Yang Jing stopped before the desk with a respectful bearing, removed the Outer Courtyard disciple token from his waist, and presented it to the steward on duty, waiting for clearance.
The steward at the center of the hall raised his eyes to glance at Yang Jing, then accepted