Yang Jing quickly composed himself and nodded seriously. "Thank you for the guidance, Senior Brother. I'm all ears."
"I wouldn't call it guidance. I'm just telling you a bit about how things work here."
Lin Ziheng waved his hand, his tone becoming more casual. "Junior Brother Yang, you should already know this, right? Only the top three disciples in the Cyan Qilin Battle get rewards, and the higher the rank, the more lavish they are. The first-place prize—ten days' use of a Grade B Training Room, plus Sect Contribution Points and Elixirs—is enough to make countless disciples green with envy..."
Yang Jing nodded. He had heard all this from Si Jiawen, so for now, he just listened quietly without interrupting.
Lin Ziheng continued, "The Cyan Qilin Battle is held once a month, and there's no limit on participation. The sect's purpose is clear: to cultivate its disciples, allowing everyone to temper their skills in battle."
