Disciple Tournament 2

Xue Bao'er was screaming too.

Though, it wasn't because she was another one of Yang Jie's many fangirls. She was screaming because of how cool and captivating Yang Jie's entrance was.

As the seats here were arranged by rankings, Yang Jie was to sit right next to Lin Jin, in seat number one.

Hence, he descended to this spot. He donned pure white clothing and stood tall with his hands behind his back. Everyone present in the hall had their attention on him.

"White Peacock, transform!" Yang Jie commanded extravagantly. The white peacock morphed back into its normal form and fell before him in a proud manner.

However, its image of magnificence was broken when it was mildly stunned by the sight of Xiao Huo who was snoozing away as if it had just met a great enemy.

Yang Jie didn't notice this. He was busy basking in the crowd's admiration. Being at the center of attention was a feeling he loved. An elite among elites was who he was.