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This... is really an interesting cultural custom.
Jiang Ding tilted his head and thought for a long time before he realized that this was their nickname for him, just like 'Flying Tiger of Dongshan,' 'Downhill Tiger,' 'Mixed Gold Dagger,' and the like—people who made a name for themselves in Jianghu usually had one.
But what about the Dream-Eater or Sword Demon, these simply don't match him at all, and he has no idea on what they're based.
"Young Master..."
Looking at the youth in blue clothes who had appeared before her in times of danger just as he had several months ago,
Gong Caiyu couldn't help but have her eyes redden.
In such a short time, she had lost her father, her home, and just as she started to find solace in the Qixuan School her father left behind, suddenly, she had nothing again.
From a drone's perspective, the gathering points of torches scattered, retreating into the distance.
Jiang Ding was silent for a long while.
