As he neared the Legacy Pavilion, the feeling of oppression intensified.
His gaze unconsciously moved away from the stone pillar.
Only then did Zhang Jing realize that nearly a hundred people, both men and women with innocent faces, were already crowding in front of the Legacy Pavilion, and even more people were still arriving.
Meanwhile, scattered around the periphery stood about a dozen disciples from the Outer Academy dressed in blue robes, seemingly onlookers.
"Brother Zhang, over here."
A shout suddenly came from not far away.
Zhang Jing looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was Ji Bochang waving at him.
"Brother Ji, you arrived so early?"
Zhang Jing walked over to him, asking in surprise.
"Ah, I just happened to be nearby. Besides, Brother Zhang, I have some good news for you." Ji Bochang said excitedly.
"What good news?"
