But along the way, Si Jiawen always stayed a step ahead of Yang Jing. Whether intentionally or not, she maintained a small distance between them, seemingly unwilling to get too close.
Yang Jing was puzzled at first. But after a moment's thought, he lowered his head and sniffed himself. Feeling the sticky impurities coating his skin, his expression immediately darkened.
He finally understood. 'This Senior Sister, with her love for cleanliness, must think I stink!'
...
The two traveled swiftly and soon arrived outside the Talent Pavilion on the Main Peak.
The Talent Pavilion was one of the sect's most important locations. Its vermilion gate was imposing and heavy. A black plaque with gold characters hung above the door, its calligraphy powerful and exuding a solemn air.
