The moment he finished speaking, the main hall fell silent.
The charcoal in the brazier occasionally let out a soft CRACKLE, a sound that was all the more distinct in the quiet hall.
Zhou Yunyi lowered her gaze to the cooling tea in her cup. Her fingertips gently traced its side, but she remained silent, clearly unwilling to use one of Yunxi Peak's slots for a disciple with an Eighth-Grade Root Bone.
Bai Bing sat ramrod straight, her brow slightly furrowed. Her calm gaze rested on the pattern of the blue bricks on the floor, and her aura remained as cool as ever. She didn't speak for a long time. The silence from both women made their stance clear: neither intended to accept Yang Jing.
