She looked at Yang Jing. Though he spoke with his usual easygoing manner, an invisible aura of profound dignity now emanated from his every move, commanding a sense of awe.
It was hard to imagine that in just a few short months, Yang Jing had undergone such a world-shattering transformation.
The young man before her bore no resemblance to the slightly inexperienced youth she had first met.
Yang Jing chuckled and nodded. "I just had a fortunate breakthrough a while ago."
Hearing this, Miss Jinlian took a deep breath, the complex emotions in her eyes deepening.
She was suddenly reminded of something. She had seen Yang Jing's outstanding talent and had wanted to recommend him to the Xuanzhen Sect.
She had even specially pleaded with a senior uncle of hers, a Steward in the Yunxiao Sect, only to be flatly rejected on the grounds that his 'talent was decent, but his foundation was lacking'.
