The four of them snapped out of their daze, and the way they looked at Yang Jing subtly changed. A hint of imperceptible disdain and distance crept into their eyes.
In their eyes, a disciple from a remote backwater like Yuhe County, even if he had luckily managed to enter the Xuanzhen Sect, was bound to have a worldview, resources, and a background far inferior to their own as disciples from the prominent families of the Prefecture City. He would surely struggle to achieve anything of note within the sect in the future.
However, they were all shrewd enough not to offend Yang Jing for no reason, so they didn't let their disdain show. Their expressions remained outwardly serene.
