Chen Yin wore a fitted set of light-colored clothes as well, outlining her budding figure. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, making her look clean and capable.
Her features were already delicate and beautiful. Amid this Training Ground brimming with masculine energy, she possessed an especially striking, valiant air, like a crane standing among chickens.
Though Zhao Tie, Zhou Chen, Wang Pangzi, and the others all looked respectfully at Chen Zhengyang, the corners of their eyes,
and even the gazes of many young disciples in the field, were involuntarily drawn to Chen Yin.
Martial training grounds were naturally places where men outnumbered women. Even when there were women, most focused solely on training; few possessed both Chen Yin's looks and temperament.
Her presence seemed to inject a splash of brightness into the hard-edged Training Ground, making it particularly pleasing to the eye.
More importantly, everyone knew that she was the school master's only daughter, the pearl in his palm.
If one could win her favor, becoming the school master's personal disciple—or even inheriting this vast Martial Arts School in the future—might not be empty talk!
Most of these martial artists were young and hot-blooded. Faced with a Senior Sister or Junior Sister of such special status and outstanding beauty, it was inevitable that some fanciful thoughts would arise in their hearts.
Chen Yin had clearly long grown accustomed to such overt and covert stares. Her chin was slightly raised,
and there was a perfectly measured hint of pride in her expression. Her gaze swept across the crowd as she calmly accepted the converging eyes upon her, showing little shyness.
Instead, she carried the composure of someone used to it, like a proud peacock.
Chen Zhengyang's gaze was like lightning as it slowly swept across the entire field. It