The people from the surrounding Martial Arts Academies had all arrived. Though no Martial Masters had come in person yet, everyone represented their respective academies. They had come to show Huishan Fist respect.
If the time came and Wei He, the main figure of the event, still had not appeared, that would be discourteous—gravely discourteous.
Zheng Fugui swept his gaze around and had already noticed people whispering among themselves.
Feiye City had not produced a Third Stage Qi and Blood martial artist in years. Everyone had originally wanted to see what Huishan Fist had done to break through the shackles and surpass the limits none of them had managed to breach, nurturing a new genius.
But now, it seemed...
"I heard the rumors made him sound downright miraculous. Who knows whether that Wei He really broke through? Maybe his own academy just bragged him up and fabricated a fake."
"He still hasn't shown himself. Maybe he doesn't dare come out?"
"Shouldn't the hosts have arrived in advance?"
"Could it be that Huishan Fist merely intended to have us come all this way for a stroll? We can't even see the man?"
Several people from Martial Arts Academies unfamiliar with Huishan Fist began muttering in private as well.
They did not dare say it directly to Zheng Fugui, an Entering Force Martial Master, but there was still plenty of hushed talk behind his back.
"Master Zheng, it's almost time," Jiang Su reminded him quietly. She was getting anxious too. Wei He had eaten lunch with her at noon—where had he gone now?
Before long, Wei Ying arrived as well. She looked everywhere but could not find her younger brother. Uneasily, she was arranged to sit near Zheng Fugui, where she could be protected.
"Master Zheng, it seems Junior Brother Wei has