Yang Jing reined in his thoughts and continued to explore the mountain, familiarizing himself with his new surroundings. Along the way, he encountered many Xuanzhen Sect disciples from various peaks. Most of them wore the blue robes of Outer Sect Disciples and traveled in pairs or small groups, either heading to Cultivation Sites or to exchange for supplies, their expressions varied.
The white-robed Inner Sect Disciples, however, were a much rarer sight. He would occasionally glimpse one or two in the distance, always hurrying along. Most of them remained on their respective peaks, engrossed in bitter cultivation, and rarely wandered about. They were clearly far more dedicated to their training.
As he walked and observed, he occasionally approached friendly-looking Outer Sect Disciples to quietly ask for directions to the Steward Main Hall. The matter of his contribution points was constantly on his mind.
