In the inn, a Jianghu person slammed his cup down on the table with a "crack" and exclaimed, "The Divine Sword of Yancheng—despite his young age, he has already surpassed the Twin Swords of Diancang, and defeated Shang Sufeng in a sword fight. Even our seniors are no match for him!"
"I prefer to call him the Illusionary Sword of Tianshan," another man, with a donkey face clutching an abacus, chimed in, "I saw it with my own eyes that day. The young man's swordsmanship was enchantingly unmatched."
A Jianghu person, with a plaster on his face and dressed like a traveling doctor, speculated, "It seems true then, that he fought against the eight great experts of the Demon Cult in Hengyang."
"He's that incredible?"
The more the out-of-town travelers heard, the more astonished they became, fixing their eyes intently on the young man riding the yellow steed.
Little did they know...
