A sea of scorching gazes fell on him.
Zhang Jing suddenly felt his scalp tingling.
If these stares were from the disciples of the Outer Academy, or from the Senior Brothers of the Inner Academy he had gotten used to, Zhang Jing wouldn't feel this way, he could even completely ignore them.
But the key point is.
These stares were all from the Academy Principals and Pavilion Masters of the three Dao Institutes.
All were powerful figures in the Golden Core Divine Skills Realm.
Their gazes were extremely intense.
Zhang Jing couldn't even ignore them if he wanted to.
However, at this moment.
A thin figure slowly walked to Zhang Jing's side, lightly patted his shoulder, and encouraged him:
"Zhang Jing, you did a good job this time."
His voice was a bit hoarse.
"It's all due to the Pavilion Master's and all the Senior Brothers' guidance!"
Zhang Jing turned his head and politely said.
