Yang Jing merely spared them a glance before looking away, paying them no mind.
At that moment, his mind was entirely consumed by the questions Steward Zheng had just answered for him. He replayed the power-generation techniques of the Mountain-Shattering Fist in his head, eager to rush to the sect's Training Rooms to put his new insights into practice and test the improvements to his techniques.
Yang Jing walked on without pause, heading straight for the mountainside of Lingxi Peak.
Before long, several neat rows of stone chambers came into view.
The heavy, gray-green stone walls gave off a sense of stability. This was the location of Lingxi Peak's Training Rooms.
The stone chambers were arranged in orderly rows, each with its stone door shut tight. Faint patterns were carved by the entrances, and one could vaguely sense a weak, warm energy seeping out from within. From a distance, they projected a certain solemnity.
