Ditian Sect worked quickly. They genuinely wanted Yang Ning as a disciple, so in less than half a day, Yang Ning went from being a prodigy of Yue Kingdom and Xun Hu's page to the orphaned descendant of a certain Ditian Sect elder.
Logically, Ditian Sect should have assigned Yang Ning a maid, page, or servant, but the sect was short on manpower and truly had no one to spare.
With their master gone, Ning Rong and Su Bai would naturally be expelled from the academy, so they could conveniently transfer under Yang Ning's command.
Yang Ning had no need for a page, so he did not seek another.
Thus, in the span of a single afternoon, Yang Ning's identity underwent a splendid transformation. He went from a page to an official disciple!
This change had involved quite a bit of coincidence. Yet when he thought of Lin Yuanxi's blessing three months ago, it no longer seemed like a coincidence.
Was she really helping me? If she merely liked my poems, would she go this far? Or is the Heavenly Spirit-Word Spell actually easy to use? Yang Ning did not know. He always felt that the girl seemed to like him, but he was afraid it was merely one of life's three great illusions.
Moving out of his five-hundred-square-meter room and into a five-thousand-square-meter small courtyard, Yang Ning felt rather emotional.
What moved him even more was that, from beginning to end, he could not sense any surveillance from the Ma brothers.
All of a sudden, he had the feeling of becoming a person instead of a tool.
"Is this where elite disciples live?" Su Bai and Ning Rong, who had come to help with the move, looked around curiously. Since entering the academy, they had never even been inside