Sun Yong waved his hand, his gaze resting on the straight back until the door curtain fell and the figure vanished completely into the night. Only then did he slowly pull his gaze away.
The study returned to silence. Only the flame of the oil lamp occasionally crackled softly, casting his shadow onto the bookshelf, making it flicker and waver.
Sun Yong picked up the lukewarm tea from the table and took a sip. The bitter taste spread across his tongue, yet it seemed to clear his muddled thoughts a little.
"I really misjudged him," he muttered to himself, his fingertip tracing circles on the table.
"Fortunately, it's not too late to make amends."
Sun Yong whispered softly.
The two with the most potential in the Martial Arts Hall right now were Lin Yue and Yang Jing.
In Sun Yong's mind, the other Inner Strength disciples simply didn't carry the same weight as these two.
But even between Lin Yue and Yang Jing, there were differences.
