"Inspector General."
Stunned awe flickered in the eyes of the crowd lining both sides of Lele City, as they watched Shi Xiaole approach.
It was hard to imagine how a twenty-two-year-old had come this far. His short martial-world career had already eclipsed many people's lifetime achievements.
Zhu Ling, the fair-faced head steward in white, was filled with nostalgia as she thought about their initial encounter only five or six years ago. Being reduced to a figment of her fantasy, Shi Xiaole had now become the unparalleled figure of eight states. Her dreams felt surreal.
She still harbored fantasies about Shi Xiaole, but the realization of his presence turned her dreams into deep-seated self-doubt, which she swiftly buried deep inside her heart.
"Junior Brother."
Yuan Qiuwei, Xiao Yuanbo, and Mao Wenjing approached him. It was Xiao Yuanbo who spoke, while the other two remained relatively silent.
