In Yang Zhen's world, there was no such thing as sneaking around covertly—of course, eavesdropping on conversations and setting people up were another matter altogether.
A person's reputation, like a tree's shadow, followed them everywhere, and Yang Zhen's name was now on the lips of everyone in the Great Nether Dynasty. Stones recording his image and voice were probably scattered all over the sky, so much so that, even if he were to sneak in, once he showed his face, there would definitely be an exclamatory shout: "Wow, that's Yang Zhen, so handsome!"
Therefore, he might as well strut in like a real man.
And so… Yang Zhen walked straight toward the Nine Dragons Sparrow Platform.
As he huffed and puffed up the steps of the Nine Dragons Sparrow Platform one at a time, everyone he passed was dumbfounded, even forgetting to exclaim his handsomeness—which must have been what they forgot to do, at least that's what Yang Zhen believed.
