Yang Jing nodded at her words, thinking, 'I'm not far from the Peak of Transformation now. I estimate I can break through in about half a month. When that time comes, I should apply for the Dragon Gate Martial Trial and make a bid for the status of an Inner Sect Disciple.'
He exchanged a few simple pleasantries with Liu Rou, then turned and walked into his room.
...
「Five days later. Night.」
The secluded clearing at the foot of Lingxi Peak was still serene and remote. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
Yang Jing arrived under the cover of night. As soon as he steadied himself, his gaze swept over the spot where the frozen stream had been.
The once-flowing stream had been completely filled in, the earth packed down smooth. Not a single trace of it remained, only an empty patch of land. He wondered who could have done it.
