After the battle with Xu Lang, more information about Fang Wang began to spread.
Before joining, he was only in the seventh level of the Qi Cultivation Realm, but three years after joining, he defeated a direct disciple in the ninth level of the Spirit Elixir Realm!
This news was spread by the disciples of the third vein and swept through the city like a whirlwind. All who heard it were shaken. The prodigies of legend had appeared among them, making it seem unreal. Many people doubted this, thinking that Fang Wang was just as low-profile as Ye Xiang, giving the impression he was a new disciple.
Time would prove the truth!
In an inn within the main city, Zhao Zhen sat by the window. He was not looking at the Golden Mirror in the sky, but was pouring himself a drink, his right hand trembling as he did so.
