He knew in his heart that this superficial respect and enthusiasm were just extras; the only thing that would allow him to gain a foothold was his own strength.
As long as he kept cultivating and improving, everything else would follow.
Soon, he arrived before the Internal Affairs Hall.
By now, a crowd of Lingxi Peak disciples had already gathered outside the gates of the Internal Affairs Hall. Most were there to go watch the battles at the Cyan Qilin Platform.
Among the crowd were Inner Sect Disciples in white robes and outer sect disciples in green robes.
When they saw Yang Jing approaching, nearly everyone's gaze fell upon him at once.
The outer sect disciples watched him from a distance, their eyes filled with awe. They didn't dare approach him to strike up a conversation.
Some of the Inner Sect Disciples, however, walked up and cupped their fists in salute to Yang Jing, their tones polite and warm. "Good morning, Junior Brother Yang."
