Yang Jing nodded. Of course, he knew Wei Dongting would be a tough opponent.
On their way over, they had heard many disciples discussing the day's top-nine matches. Wei Dongting's name came up frequently; many praised his Fiery Sun Palm as immensely powerful, making him one of the favorites to reach the top three.
"I will do my best," Yang Jing replied solemnly, a flicker of fighting spirit in his eyes.
Fearing he was under too much pressure, Zhao Xuexiang clapped him on the shoulder and said reassuringly, "Junior Brother Yang, don't put too much pressure on yourself. With your talent and potential, even if you don't make it to the top three this time, there will be plenty of other chances."
Yang Jing just smiled and shook his head.
He didn't say anything more, but he thought to himself, 'Potential, in the end, is a nebulous thing.'
'I've never believed in some promising future. The only thing that matters is the strength I can display in the here and now!'
