As the sun climbed higher, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the gates of Sun's Martial Arts Hall. Disciples arrived in twos and threes, and the front courtyard soon buzzed with activity.
"Senior Brother Yang is here early."
Someone whispered, their eyes filled with admiration.
In yesterday's tournament, Yang Jing had taken first place in the seventh arena, becoming the talk of the entire Martial Arts Hall. Everyone knew his standing had soared; he was now considered second only to the exceptionally talented Senior Brother Lin Yue.
Lin Yue arrived as well. He had been injured yesterday, but whatever treasure he had taken seemed to have worked. He was already recovered, his gaze sharp.
When he saw Yang Jing practicing his forms, he frowned slightly. His pace faltered for a moment, but then he nonchalantly walked to the other side and began to stretch.
Before long, Xu Hong, Zhao Wenzheng, Qi Yun, and Liu Maolin arrived as well.
