Si Jiawen stopped in her tracks, shot him a look over her shoulder, and scoffed, "Hmph. If you really lost something, I'll pay you back tenfold!"
Yang Jing shook his head helplessly. He knew his Senior Sister had always been impatient, so he said no more and quickened his pace, following Si Jiawen toward the summit of Lingxi Peak.
Before long, the two arrived before the Lingxi Great Hall.
The two disciples guarding the entrance saw Si Jiawen and Yang Jing approach and hurriedly bowed in greeting.
One of the disciples hurried into the hall to announce them. He returned a moment later, made a welcoming gesture, and said respectfully, "Senior Sister, Senior Brother Yang, please enter."
Yang Jing composed himself and followed Si Jiawen into the Lingxi Great Hall.
The light inside the hall was cool, and sandalwood incense wafted through the air.
