It had been far, far too long since Lingxi Peak had produced such a breathtakingly talented disciple.
The era when Senior Sister Si Jiawen dominated the younger generation was long past. For years, Lingxi Peak had been mediocre in the competitions between the various peaks, and the gap in producing outstanding, heaven-blessed disciples had lasted for far too long.
Yang Jing's current advance to the runner-up position in the Fushan Grand Competition was already Lingxi Peak's best result in nearly a decade, enough to galvanize the entire peak.
But if Yang Jing could take it one step further and claim the top spot in the Fushan Grand Competition, it would be an immense honor for all of Lingxi Peak. It would be enough for them to hold their heads high among the Seven Veins of the Xuanzhen Sect!
Yang Jing walked to the base of the arena with a steady gait. With a light push from his foot, the bluestone slab he stood on sank slightly.
