Yan Jingchen's expression changed in an instant. He shot up on the bed and kneeled his way over to his teacher, tugging his sleeve. "Teacher… I'm done… You, you can just…" stammered Yan Jingchen.
"You're overthinking," responded the yellow-clothed elder as he smiled warmly. Personally covering the blanket over Yan Jingchen, he instructed, "Rest well, you must not be tired out. The disciples of Fog, Splendor of Stars, Cloud Soul and Moon Soul are all participating in the Finals of the True Martial Arts Meet. As my precious disciple, you must do well."
"I… will definitely not let you down," answered Yan Jingchen, as he lowered his head meekly.
"That's right," said Mist, and he laughed as he left.
Yan Jingchen sat on the bed and stared at his figure in a daze, his hands crumbling the sheets beneath his tight fist.
