Summer sunlight streamed into a guest courtyard of the Qingxiao Sect, while the noisy chirping of cicadas echoed outside. Li Yang was practicing his spear in the courtyard, sending waves of forceful wind crashing against the courtyard wall.
Zhao Linglong, dressed in blue, walked through the courtyard gate. Looking at Li Yang, she could not help asking, "Cousin, you've been staying in the Qingxiao Sect for so long. Why don't you go out and look around? The Qingxiao Sect changes every day now. It's quite interesting."
Li Yang did not answer. He remained focused on practicing his spear, leaving Zhao Linglong utterly helpless.
Several months had passed since that battle, yet Li Yang still had not emerged from the shadows. He had even stopped bothering with her.
She understood what Li Yang was thinking. Even though she had saved him, he was still filled with the feeling that he had been deceived.
Before that, Li Yang had often shown her his martial arts and spoken of all kinds of grand ambitions. If she were in his place, she would have found this truth difficult to accept as well—let alone Li Yang, whose pride far exceeded hers.
Zhao Linglong walked to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, then began talking on her own about the changes that had taken place in the Qingxiao Sect recently.
"I heard the sect master took another disciple, and that the child has extraordinarily high aptitude. At only five years old, he's already been hailed as the future number one of the Qingxiao Sect. I don't know whether the Qingxiao Sect is deliberately building him up or whether he's truly that incredible."
"I also saw two Qingxiao Sect disciples sparring. I have to say, the Qingxiao Sect's martial arts are different. That Sword