The sky was just beginning to brighten.
A good number of people had already gathered outside of the Legacy Pavilion.
Every now and then, a person would walk out wearing a brand new green robe, a vibrant smile on their face that was hard to dispel.
Zhang Jing, standing outside, watched this scene with a calm expression.
The people around him subconsciously kept their distance, even more, surreptitious glances kept streaking over his body.
Zhang Jing paid no mind to these gazes and quietly waited.
Not far in front of him, Shen Qingqing, who had arrived earlier, was standing just as quietly. If anyone looked at them from the front, they would discover that the expressions on their faces were identical.
Time slowly passed.
In the Legacy Pavilion.
Zhang Jing put the green robe he was holding into his Spiritual Ornament Space, then started to look around.
Soon, his eyes brightened and he quickly walked towards a figure not far away.
