Using his agility, he quickly secured a prime spot near Steward Zheng, close enough to both hear the lecture clearly and see the fine details of the Steward's demonstrations.
When Steward Zheng glanced over and saw Yang Jing squeezing his way to the front, a faint smile touched his lips.
He remembered this young disciple. During the past few lectures, the boy had always quietly positioned himself nearby, listening intently to the explanations of Martial Dao techniques without ever showing a sign of slacking.
In the Steward's eyes, the boy appeared honest and steady, with a calm look about him. In truth, however, he had a quick and clever mind. He knew how to seek out the right steward for guidance, unlike some disciples who just blindly followed the crowd.
Before long, twenty to thirty disciples had gathered around Steward Zheng. There were both men and women, including outer sect disciples in green robes and a few Inner Sect Disciples in white robes.
