Footsteps echoed in the empty hall, and Bai Bing slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes, as clear as a winter tarn, fell upon Yang Jing. Her gaze was scrutinizing, yet it held no sense of pressure.
Yang Jing dared not delay. He quickly took a few steps forward, bowed deeply to Bai Bing, and said respectfully, "Greetings, Peak Master."
Bai Bing gave a slight nod. Her gaze swept over him from head to toe before she looked away an instant later. Her red lips parted, her voice as crisp and cool as striking jade. "Not bad. Your aura has stabilized well since you broke through to the Qi Eating Realm. There's no trace of instability."
As she finished speaking, she gave her right hand a gentle wave.
A soft white light flew from her sleeve and transformed into a new, light-blue cushion that landed steadily on the ground before Yang Jing. Its surface was embroidered with intricate Spirit Patterns and gave off the faint, fresh scent of grass and wood.
