Yang Jing returned to where Steward Zheng and the others were, rejoining the group.
The smiles had yet to fade from the faces of Steward Zheng and Steward Wang. Zhang Hengyi, Zhao Xuexiang, and Lin Ziheng gathered around, their eyes filled with envy as they looked at Yang Jing.
This was especially true for Zhang Hengyi and Zhao Xuexiang. They had participated in the Cyan Qilin Battle several times, only to be eliminated early on each occasion. Forget the rewards for the top three—they had never even made it into the top six.
Now, seeing Yang Jing shoot to fame in a single battle and claim the bountiful reward for first place, they were naturally filled with envy.
Now that the Cyan Qilin Battle had officially concluded, the crowd of spectating disciples began to disperse.
People broke off into small groups, heading toward different parts of the sect. Yet as they left, many couldn't resist looking back, their gazes drawn to Yang Jing.
