Huang Taichen!
Qiao Wei was about to say something in his defense, but Bai Siyang squeezed his left wrist, gesturing for him to not say anything.
"Huang Taichen? I heard this name before."
Qiao Wei's gaze swept through the renowned cultivators' face. Of course, they knew about him. Huang Taichen's story already spread in the cultivation world, but people did not speak of him in front of those from Tian'an Shang Sect.
"Ah, now I remember," a sect leader's eyebrows shot up in exaggerated surprise, but his lips barely twitched. "Huang Taichen. Wasn't he the young man who tried to cause a ruckus during the night of the Discussion Conference banquet?"
"Right. Now I remember."
"It was that guest disciple from Wushan Temple Sect who apprehended him."
"Exactly, that was Huang Taichen," Shang Zihan confirmed. "Back then, he was just a defenseless pup who used all kinds of tricks to wreak havoc. Now, he is a terrifying demonic cultivator."
