The county town, Linfeng Hall, inner sect disciples, direct disciples...
Each term dropped like a thousand-pound boulder into the center of a lake, stirring up waves.
The most part of their lives had been spent in this rural village, and martial masters from the county town were like towering figures to them.
Even an ordinary outer disciple was not someone they could afford to provoke.
The Chen Family's eldest son—Chen Yuan, at that time, merely by virtue of a Martial Arts manual on cultivating Qi-Blood, was able to call the wind and summon the rain in their village.
Not to mention an inner sect disciple, or a direct disciple.
The Shen Family was likely really going to rise to prosperity.
Tian Xiaohu and Zhang Baqing couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and when they looked at Shen Er, their eyes were filled with envy.
If one were to say who had extended the greatest favors to Shen Qing in Hongshan Village, it would undoubtedly be Shen Er here.
