Xuanzhen Sect.
The summit of Lingxi Peak.
Lingxi Plaza was broad and level. In the distance, disciples came and went from the Internal Affairs Hall.
The plaza's flagstone ground was spotless. Millennium-old pines flanked its sides, their soughing blending with the mountain mist to create a serene, immortal air.
Yang Jing followed behind Si Jiawen. The two walked up the central jade steps of the plaza, heading toward the magnificent Lingxi Great Hall ahead.
As they walked, Si Jiawen glanced over her shoulder. A flicker of well-hidden envy flashed through her cool eyes as she looked at Yang Jing and said softly, "Junior Brother, I'm afraid you're about to encounter a great opportunity."
Yang Jing froze, his steps faltering. His eyes filled with confusion as he looked at Si Jiawen and asked, puzzled, "Senior Sister, an opportunity? What kind of opportunity are you talking about?"
