Miss Jinlian had long heard from her good friend Wang Xiao about the power of Su Muyuan, a core disciple from Jintai Prefecture. Right now, her heart was in her throat, filled with worry for Yang Jing. Her palms were slick with a thin layer of sweat.
Beside her, Wang Xiao folded her arms, sizing up Yang Jing on the arena stage with a look of keen interest.
She was truly curious about what kind of person Yang Jing really was.
'To think he came from a remote little place like Yuhe County... and in such a short time, fought his way to where he is now, even standing as an equal to a prodigy like Su Muyuan.'
In her eyes, a place like Yuhe County was a godforsaken backwater, scarce in resources and devoid of renowned masters. 'How could it possibly produce a True Dragon like Yang Jing?'
'I'll have to see for myself,' she thought, 'just how this man from the countryside performs under Su Muyuan's powerful assault.'
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