Danxia Peak, inside the side hall.

After Zhu Dayou dismissed all the disciples, he sat alone in the vast hall, his fingers unconsciously tapping the cold armrest of the chair, producing a rhythmic sound that was particularly clear in the silence.

His mind replayed Chen Yang's every move just now, as well as the unexpected appearance of Song Jiayu.

"In less than two years... from a servant to the Inner Sect, at the seventh level of Qi refining..."