Yang Jing ascended the stone steps of Lingxi Peak at a steady pace, heading straight for the summit.
The outline of Lingxi Plaza came into clear view.
Beside the plaza stood a row of buildings with layers of green bricks and black tiles. Vermilion pillars stood tall and straight, and from under the eaves hung quaint bronze bells that chimed crisply in the gentle breeze.
The buildings were spacious and grand, exuding an air of stability and order. This was the Internal Affairs Hall, where Lingxi Peak handled all manner of disciple-related matters.
At this moment, the area outside the Internal Affairs Hall was quite bustling, with disciples constantly coming and going.
The Outer Sect Disciples in their blue robes walked with hurried steps, most of them here to accept or turn in missions.
In contrast, the Inner Sect Disciples in their white robes appeared calm and composed, occasionally stopping to exchange a few words.
